The beginning of Celtic
¶ 1
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At eleven years old
I bought a key ring
with a small rubber footballer attached.
Unsure, I asked my uncle
if it was a Celtic footballer.
He said,
‘Of course it is. Where have you been living?’
¶ 2
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At school, I wrote an essay on Celtic
but realised I knew nothing.
I shouted over to Kevin Magill,
a Celtic fanatic, for information.
‘Who is their manager?’
‘Jock Stein.’
I misheard and wrote
Jack Steel.
¶ 3
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After a month of study
I recited like poetry
the Celtic team that won the European Cup
to my uncle, who responded,
‘I suppose you will be telling me next
what Jock Stein has for breakfast.’
I said,
‘I believe he likes kippers.’
But I was lying.
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