STEIN SOLD HIS SOUL FOR A FEW £££

June 23, 2008 - Daily Hun Newsdesk

oldhuns Stein Sold His Soul For A few £££ “Up until Jock Stein came, Celtic were nothing, absolutely nothing.”

Celtic had one or two decent players but as a team they amounted to nothing. Crerand was decent as was big John Hughes, but that was about it.

We used to love humiliating them, rubbing their noses in it. Back then they knew their place.

The 1963 cup final replay was a great day, when we got the third goal ensuring their end of Hampden emptied in minutes. They could never accept a beating from us, self respect was not in them.

We had loads of money and they had none, that was why all their best players left them. Then came Stein. I have never understood why a man of his background could have ever played for them never mind manage them.

It’s wrong to speak ill of the dead, but it has to be said Stein was a traitor. By associating himself with Celtic he gave away his birthright and nationality.

But at Celtic even intelligent strong willed people cannot stand up to their constant brainwashing. That is what happened to Jock Stein, he sold his soul for a few pounds

Stein was a good manager, there can be no doubt about that. However, he benefited from being able to sign Catholics whereas we couldn’t for historical reasons which made sense at the time, and still make sense today.

We have to remember that way back then there were no coloureds in Scotland, and there was only one true religion. Sadly, like our glorious signing policy that has been consigned to the dustbin. Was it wrong not to sign Catholics?

Of course not and some of my best friends are Catholic! Catholics were actually delighted that we had a non-Catholic policy as it gave them more to choose from, so all in all everybody was happy at the arrangement.

The sixties and seventies were hard times for Rangers supporters as we struggled on the field. Meanwhile, our kith and kin were being attacked in Ulster.

The worst was 1967 when Celtic won the European Cup against eleven unwilling, Italian Catholics. I wept that night, it was then that I knew we had entered a new permissive age. The Beatles, drugs, long hair, brown bread and slip on shoes.

Nothing would ever be the same again.

Original by Steve Clark

Published by News Staff · Filed Under Opinion