Good times, bad times, joy and tears in my first full season following Celtic.

Well, here we are at the end of the season.

What a ride it’s been for Celtic – a season packed with dazzling highs and gutting lows, with moments of sheer joy, heartbreak, and everything in between. But for me, it’s meant something even more.

This has been my first full season as a Celtic FC supporter from start to finish, and I want to take you all – my fellow fans – on this journey, to relive those moments that made it special, powerful, and unforgettable.

Let me start by saying how proud I am to be a Celtic fan.

This season, we won the Scottish Premiership, taking home our 55th league title in the club’s storied history. The Bhoys gave us so much to cheer for, playing brilliant football for much of the campaign. There were good days and bad ones – and sure, the ending wasn’t exactly the fairy tale we hoped for – but sod it, we are still the most successful club in Scotland.

We’re leaders. We’re giants. And the Treble? It’s absolutely within our reach next season. You can feel it. I believe it.

Now, I’m not going to try and document every single match here – I mean, I’d be writing for a week, hahaha! But what I do want to share are the moments that really stuck with me: the happiest ones, the most painful ones, and the ones that reminded me why I fell in love with this club in the first place.

Let’s rewind to the first Celtic vs Ibrox Club clash of the season. The Bhoys hammered them 3-0. What a moment that was! It happened on 1 September, and I was lucky enough to be in Glasgow for it, surrounded by fellow Celtic fans.

That day was unforgettable not just because of the result, but because I was there with someone very special – James Forrest, my fella and a fellow Celtic blogger and writer. Thanks to him, that match became even more meaningful. The atmosphere, the unity, the love for Celtic – it was all there in abundance.

Another unforgettable night came in the Champions League, when we took on RB Leipzig. What a game that was at Celtic Park! The Bhoys played with such flair, passion and class – true Champions League football, Celtic style.

We won 3-0 and showed the world how football should be played in Glasgow.

That game had me bouncing off the walls with joy, like I’d won the lottery. I was shouting, dancing, singing, celebrating with my family – even my wee dog Ice was buzzing, running around the living room! That night was special, and I think even my mum finally started to understand why this club means so much to me.

But of course, not every night was like that.

One game that left me gutted was against Borussia Dortmund. That one was just painful to watch. The performance wasn’t good, and the result was even worse – honestly, I wanted to greet. But once I’d cooled off a bit, I reminded myself: “Calm down. Celtic will bounce back. This club doesn’t lie down, we rise up.”

And rise up we did. Because that’s what Celtic do. That’s what being a Celtic supporter is about. We take the hits, and we come back swinging.

Another magical moment came at Paradise when we thrashed Aberdeen 6-0. That match was pure joy. The performance was top-notch. I was absolutely buzzing. I celebrated with a few drams of whisky alongside my mum, dancing around the house and belting out songs. You never forget days like that.

Now, let me talk about one of the most emotionally intense matches of the season: Celtic vs Ibrox Club in the Scottish League Cup.

My God. That game nearly killed me.

It ended 3-3 after extra time, and I knew it would go to penalties. I hate penalties. They’re torture – and let’s be honest, Celtic haven’t exactly been brilliant at them in recent times. I was hiding behind the chair, pacing like a maniac, emotions flying all over the place.

But then came that moment – Schmeichel saved a penalty and it ended 5-4 to The Hoops. The relief I felt was unbelievable. I started singing right there in the living room.

That game had everything – drama, chaos, tension – and at the end of it, we came out on top. There’s a song I always play during big games, Willie Maley, and I swear when I start it, The Bhoys start scoring. It’s magic.

Of course, the season wasn’t without its heartbreaks, and one that really got to me was the 3-0 defeat at Ibrox on 2nd January.

I watched that match in a pub in Glasgow with James, and we were devastated. The performance wasn’t there. The mood was grim.

But we still managed to cheer each other up afterwards, hugged it out, and drowned our sorrows. What upset me most wasn’t just the loss – it was the behaviour of the Ibrox fans. The insults, the hatred, the foul language aimed at our players and our supporters… when does it stop? It’s disgusting. I wrote about it afterwards, stunned by it.

Another cracking match came against Aberdeen again, this time a 5-1 hammering at Celtic Park. From the moment we scored the first goal, you could see the hunger in the team. When Celtic get that first one, they often go on a rampage – and that’s exactly what happened that day. I was proud as punch.

And yes, I got pished again celebrating, hahaha! Writing match reports for The CelticBlog actually helps keep me grounded. It keeps me focused on the game, channels my emotions, and I absolutely love it.

Now, we’ve talked about the highs and lows, but there are a few more moments I need to highlight – moments that will stay with me forever.

One of them was on 26th April, when we played Dundee United and clinched the 55th league title. What a day. What a performance.

Celtic came out flying, hammering the opposition goal after goal, showing no mercy. From the first whistle to the last, we were dominant.

I was singing ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’ and ‘Glasgow Celtic Way’ at the top of my lungs. Even my wee dog Ice was running around like a daftie. When that final whistle went and we were crowned champions, I felt like my heart might burst. I’ll never forget that day. Never.

And of course, there was 17th May – the day we lifted the trophy.

I was there in Glasgow, standing amongst the sea of green at Celtic Park. Holding a wee flag that read “Celtic FC – It’s a Grand Old Team,” I sang my heart out as the teams came onto the pitch. The atmosphere was electric – fireworks, confetti, and joy everywhere you looked. Seeing the Bhoys lift the trophy was pure magic.

After the game, we hit the pub and celebrated into the wee hours. I’ll be honest, I was steaming, singing Celtic songs with the biggest smile on my face. Days like that remind you why you support this club.

But football isn’t just joy and laughter – and the Scottish Cup Final on 24th May was one of the most gut-wrenching experiences of the season.

I know many of you felt it too – the heartbreak, the tears, the crushing sense of what could’ve been. My emotions were all over the place that day, and I genuinely thought my heart might explode.

But writing helps.

Sitting down after the game to write the match report gave me a sense of relief. It’s one of the things I love most about contributing to The CelticBlog – it’s not just about analysis, it’s about feelings, about telling the story of the game from the heart. That’s how you connect with other fans. That’s how you honour the club.

Seeing Callum McGregor heartbroken at the final whistle almost broke me. I wanted to hug him, to tell him how proud we all were.

But now, it’s time to move forward. No more tears. Celtic needs to focus on next season. On strengthening in the transfer window. On fixing the weaknesses. On coming back stronger. Because we will.

So that’s it, fellow Celtic fans. My first full season supporting this magnificent club. There were more matches, more stories, and more moments than I can fit into one article – but these are the ones I’ll carry with me always.

Through the tears and the laughter, through the wins and losses, through every up and down, one thing never changes – we are the most successful club in Scotland. We are Celtic. We are Champions.

Let’s wipe our tears, raise our heads, and go again next season – because I truly believe The Hoops have a Treble in them.