A couple of years ago, I read a piece about how Andrew Dickson, of Sky Sports and Ibrox fame, reacted, on Twitter, to the sight of a Celtic strip at Wimbledon.
The Celtic shirt stands out because it is one of the most iconic strips on the planet; from a distance a red shirt can be anything from a Wales shirt to an Aberdeen top.
A blue shirt can represent Cardiff just as easily as the NewCo.
But a Celtic shirt?
There are only a handful of clubs in world football who wear the green and white Hoops and of that handful the number of clubs whose shirts are so widely distributed as Celtic’s are is just about zero.
Spot the Hoops in a crowd and nine times out of ten you are looking at the most famous football strip of them all, ours.
Dickson’s childish spitting out of the dummy was hilariously awful, and the responses he got on Twitter were more than deserved.
Dickson’s rant was especially delicious because we’ve seen this kind of thing before.
These meltdowns are all too common amongst the folks across town; it seems that sights and sounds and certain things drive them to the most furious anger.
This week, we found out that Scott Brown was abused at Ibrox by a member of their upper crust.
When that story broke, one Ibrox site after the other tried to justify this lamentable behaviour on the grounds that Brown “winds them up.” Just like the Celtic strip. And a host of other things.
And it was then that I realised I once did an entire piece on this … and that Scott Brown was the first segment of it.
That’s why I’ve rewritten chunks of it and I’m reposting it, in honour of our captain who still retains a fantastic ability to live inside their skulls.
He is one of the many, many things about our club which drive the Peepul insane.
The more successful we were the crazier they got.
And now, even after a dreadful campaign, we’ve found that all things Celtic still have the power to do that.
So do me a favour guys, as we move out of the lockdown wear those colours with pride.
Let them see that we’re not for hiding because of one bad year.
We’ll be back, and let them know it.
In the meantime, enjoy this wee list of some of those things that drive them mad.
This is Fear and Loathing writ large.