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On 25 May 1967 Inter were the most formidable team in history

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Inter were an incredible side.  They were top of the Italian league and aiming for their fourth title win in five seasons.  The one time they lost was after a play-off.  The European Cup had become as much their domain as the Italian title.  Having won it in 1964 and 1965, they lost the previous season’s semi-final in controversial manner to Real Madrid after some debatable refereeing.  Reigning champions, Real, would suffer retribution, losing home and away to Inter in the ’67 quarter final. No team in European history had been so dominant.  Real won five European Cups in a row but could not combine that with the kind of domestic domination this Inter team enjoyed.

On the morning on 25 May 1967 they were truly the most formidable team in history.

The game has to be seen to be believed.   We won the European Cup, you know that, but HOW we won it is the most startling thing.  I was a teenager when the first ‘video recorded’ arrived in the house.  Soon thereafter a copy of The Celtic Story was purchased.  I knew the legend but nothing prepared me for the onslaught, I’d never seen a football team destroy opponents in this way.

A CQN’er kindly prepared the stats for us:

Total shots – Celtic 45, Inter 3
Shots on target – Celtic 16, Inter 3
Shots off target – Celtic 29 (3 against the woodwork), Inter 0
Possession – Celtic 64%, Inter 36%
Crosses into opponents box – Celtic 40, Inter 4
Corners – Celtic 10, Inter 0
Successful passes – Celtic 310, Inter 224
Misplaced passes – Celtic 49, Inter 79
Passbacks to goalkeeper – Celtic 7, Inter 20
Fouls Committed – Celtic 19, Inter 21
Offsides – Celtic 5, Inter 1

No prizes for guessing the top two passers, Bobby Murdoch (60) and Bertie Auld (51) but it surprised me that John Clark and Jim Craig came joint third with 43 each, considerably higher than Tommy Gemmell (27), next on the list.

Someone suggested to me that the European Champions tournament had been devalued by a team winning by ‘parking the bus’ in front of their own goal.  I disagree.  This is football, spoiling has always been part of the game and the Champions Final is not always pretty, which makes the special times all the more special.

Someone lifts that cup every year, but few have done so with such devastating style as the Lisbon Lions.

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  1. Awe_Naw_No_Annoni_Oan_Anaw_Noo on

    Oh don’t it hurt deep inside

     

    to see someone do something to her

     

    oh don’t it pain to see someone cry

     

    oh especially when someone is her

     

     

    Silence is golden but my eyes still see

     

    silence is golden golden but my eyes still see

     

     

    Talking is cheap people follow like sheep

     

    even though there is nowhere to go

     

    how could she tell he deceived her so well

     

    pity she’ll be the last one to know

     

     

    Silence is golden but my eyes still see

     

    silence is golden golden but my eyes still see

     

     

    How many times did she fall for his lies

     

    should I tell her or should I keep cool

     

    and if I tried I know she’ll say I lied

     

    mind your business don’t hurt her you fool

     

     

    Silence is golden but my eyes still see

     

    silence is golden golden but my eyes still see

     

    but my eyes still see but my eyes still see

  2. merseycelt lmfao as the big house door slams shut on

    Fecking third, again!

     

     

    Gie’s a chance ya selfish bassas!

     

     

    HH

  3. Dontbrattbakkinanger on

    The European Cup has been devalued by having non-Champions in it, including this year’s winners.

  4. IanBhoy929 on 25 May, 2012 at 10:47 said:

     

    Good morning from a sunny and warm Devon.

     

    45 years ago I was a 2nd year apprentice in the textile industry. Having just

     

    finished day release at the Scottish College of Textiles my Dad and I sat

     

    down to watch the game with apprehension and expectation. When they scored

     

    from the spot, doom and gloom prevailed. Back then when an Italian team

     

    scored first, that was normally the final score. My Mum left the house for a driving

     

    lesson(good planning) about a minute before big Tam scored. My Dad jumped

     

    up and shouted out the front door, “they’ve scored, they’ve scored” the

     

    whole area must have heard him. The rest as they say is history.

     

    Because it was a holiday of obligation we both went to Mass straight after the

     

    game, arriving late, with every one looking at us for a hint of the score.

     

    A great day never to be forgotten.

     

     

    Hail Hail

  5. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    The finest team in history,I’m sure you will agree.

  6. merseycelt lmfao as the big house door slams shut on

    Win at all costs!

     

     

    I think I know how a hun feels now.

     

     

    With all this podium chasing, all dignity is gone!

     

     

    HH

  7. DBBIA (previous thread) thank you, much better now.

     

    European Cup devalued by having this year’s “winners” in it, surely?!

  8. 67 in the heat of Lisbon,

     

    The fans came in their thousands,

     

    To see the bhoys become champions.

     

     

    67 ….. Repeat until hoarse (thumbs up)

     

    V

     

    Hx2

  9. Awe_Naw_No_Annoni_Oan_Anaw_Noo on

    As I went home on Monday night,

     

    As drunk as drunk could be.

     

    I saw a horse outside the door,

     

    Where my old horse should be.

     

    I called my wife and I said to her:

     

    Will you kindly tell to me,

     

    Who owns that horse outside the door,

     

    Where my old horse should be?

     

     

    Ay, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool,

     

    Still you cannot see.

     

    That’s a lovely sow that my mother sent to me.

     

    Well, it’s many a day I’ve traveled, a hundred miles or more,

     

    But a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before.

     

     

    As I went home on Tuesday night,

     

    As drunk as drunk could be.

     

    I saw a coat behind the door,

     

    Where my old coat should be.

     

    I called my wife and I said to her:

     

    Will you kindly tell to me,

     

    Who owns that coat behind the door,

     

    Where my old coat should be?

     

     

    Oh, you’re drunk, you’re drunk

     

    You silly old fool,

     

    Still you cannot see.

     

    That’s a woolen blanket that my mother sent to me.

     

    Well, it’s many a day I’ve traveled, a hundred miles or more,

     

    But buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before.

     

     

    As I went home on Wednesday night,

     

    As drunk as drunk could be.

     

    I saw a pipe upon the chair,

     

    Where my old pipe should be.

     

    I called my wife and I said to her:

     

    Will you kindly tell to me,

     

    Who owns that pipe upon the chair

     

    Where my old pipe should be.

     

     

    Oh, you’re drunk, you’re drunk

     

    You silly old fool,

     

    still you cannot see.

     

    That’s a lovely tin-whistle, that my mother sent to me.

     

    Well, it’s many a day I’ve traveled, a hundred miles or more,

     

    But tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before.

     

     

    As I came home on Thursday nigh,

     

    As drunk as drunk could be.

     

    I saw two boots beside the bed,

     

    Where my old boots should be.

     

    I called my wife and I said to her:

     

    Will you kindly tell to me,

     

    Who owns them boots beside the bed

     

    Where my old boots should be.

     

     

    Oh, you’re drunk, you’re drunk

     

    You silly old fool,

     

    Still you cannot see.

     

    They’re two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me.

     

    Well, it’s many a day I’ve traveled, a hundred miles or more,

     

    But laces in flower pots I never saw before.

     

     

    As I came home on Friday night,

     

    As drunk as drunk could be.

     

    I saw a head upon the bed,

     

    Where my old head should be.

     

    I called my wife and I said to her:

     

    Will you kindly tell to me,

     

    Who owns that head upon the bed,

     

    Where my old head should be.

     

     

    Oh, you’re drunk, you’re drunk

     

    You silly old fool,

     

    Still you cannot see.

     

    That’s a baby boy, that my mother sent to me.

     

    Well, it’s many a day I’ve traveled, a hundred miles or more,

     

    But a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before.

  10. The story of the Lisbon Lions is all which is magical about Celtic, I was six when we won the Big Cup, I lived in Carfin and we crowded into the house of I guess one of the few people who had a Tv in the street, this day will live forever in my heart and in one way it defines why I am a Celtic supporter.There have been many other great great days in the 45 years since then but there is something engraved on my heart about that day, the smiling faces of my friends and relations, the songs, the joy…

     

     

    That’s why it was no surprise to me that two years ago on the 25th May my daughter was born, how could she not be!!!

     

     

    Happy Birthday Hana

     

     

    Happy Big Cup Day Celts….

  11. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    MERSEYCELT

     

     

    STOP!

     

     

    You’re obsessing over an unattainable goal.

     

     

    I mean,if you can’t do it with all the articles we’ve had lately,you might as well give up.

     

     

    Yer joost no’ lucky….

  12. Spoiling tactics as embraced by Chelsea are not for me and never will be.

     

     

    For all the right reasons the great sides of Real Madrid, Celtic, Ajax, Bayern Munich, AC Milan and Barcelona will always be remembered. Who in the years to come will remember with fondness last Saturdays Chelsea win.Other than their fans not many I would suggest.

  13. Inter STILL play that horrible brand of Italian anti-football. You’d think they’d’ve learned their lesson in ’67!

     

    And Chelski did the same THIS year. Awesome displays of furniture,masquerading as footballers.

  14. whitedoghunch on

    BOBBY MURDOCH’S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS

     

     

    just txted young Bobby about the winklepickers

     

    think I know though

  15. Celtic Soul Brother- Supporting Kano 1000 on

    Paul-Absolutely incredible stats.Total domination of a top class team.

     

    Think someone posted last year that Man. Utd. were the first team since Inter not to win a corner in the European/Champions League final. Chelsea almost repeated it this year-winning their 1st corner in the 88th minute and of course scoring with their first attempt on target from it!

     

    Been a brilliant day on CQN so far-not good for productivity however!

  16. Dontbrattbakkinanger on

    Lhondondave -if they weren’t so obnoxious there would be something to admire in going to Barcelona and winning with 10 men, and defeating Bayern in their own stadium to lift the trophy.

     

    But Chelski seem to encapsulate all the rubbishness of modren football ,with a few other mortal sins thrown in for good measure.

  17. Awe_Naw_No_Annoni_Oan_Anaw_Noo on

    Love, this is my song

     

    Here is a song, a serenade to you

     

    The world cannot be wrong

     

    If in the world there’s you

     

     

    I care not what the world may say

     

    Without your love there is no day

     

    Love, this is my song

     

    Here is a song, a serenade to you

     

     

    Why is my heart so light?

     

    Why are the stars so bright?

     

    Why is the sky so blue?

     

    Since the hour I met you?

     

     

    Alone I sing in moonlight

     

    [From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/h/harry-secombe-lyrics/this-is-my-song-lyrics.html%5D

     

    With you in my heart supreme

     

    To hear you say: “I love you”

     

    This is my hope, my dream

     

     

    Love, this is my song

     

    Here is a song, a serenade to you

     

    The world cannot be wrong

     

    If in this world there’s you

     

     

    I care not what the world may say

     

    Without your love there is no day

     

    Love, this is my song

     

    Here is a song, a serenade to you

  18. Awe Naw did you just make that up. It’s bliddy rubbish IMO TAL

     

     

    Discoland

     

    Take me up up up and away

     

    Where the music takes my fantasy

     

     

    Take me up up up and away

     

    Where fantasy turns… Too reality

     

     

    Oh captain take my hand and lead me to the discoland

     

    So I can do all the things I’ve been longing to do!

     

    Ohh… Let me here you sing now.

     

     

    Hey eh!    Oh oh

     

    Hey hey hey

     

    oh oh oh oh

     

    Hey ohhhh,  hey ohhhh

  19. merseycelt lmfao as the big house door slams shut on

    BOBBY MURDOCH’S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS

     

     

    Kind of you to suggest that I am unlucky but it’s deeper than that.

     

     

    I know, as you do, that, until I achieve a first (and, mark my words I will), I will be forever a loser!

     

     

    HH

  20. whitedoghunch on

    BOBBY MURDOCH’S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS

     

     

    without giving to much away his mum knew which foot he kicked with

  21. Happy Lisbon Day fholks.

     

     

    The competition is not devalued by a team playing negative football to win it, but the trophy itself is defiled by having Chelsea hands on it. They only won because of the inconstant whim of a bored Russian billionaire with nothing left to spend his money on. It’s immensely sad that the Big Cup was not won by a club profiting from the steam of its own sweat, but rather by the plaything of a rather disagreable rich man. Financial Fair Play can’t come into force soon enough.

  22. Awe_Naw_No_Annoni_Oan_Anaw_Noo on

    Vmhan

     

     

    which one ?

     

     

    Merseycelt

     

     

    you missed your meeting yesterday ? ;-)

     

     

     

    Hail Hail

  23. The Honest Mistake loves being first on

    Lhondondave,

     

    If you’re still around the SWs, give me a shout any time you fancy a pint and a discussion about the Hoops. I’ll grab Tooting Tim, Brixton Celt and Rodo1 for the same gathering.

  24. !!Bada Bing!! on

    twists n turns on 25 May, 2012 at 10:09 said:

     

    I meant to add…Hamilton races – we are pay at the gate and not hospitalty. £18 or so.

     

     

    Groupon still have an offer available £16 for 2 entries into any Scottish course,use before November 3rd

  25. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    WHITEDOGHUNCH 1100

     

     

    It’s from an anecdote in DAVID POTTER’S excellent biography of the great man.

     

     

    Very touching indeed.

     

     

    Grateful thanks,mate.

     

     

    Some smashing clips earlier,too……

  26. Discoland was probably Naw fur the blog, them Huns have a wee singing section and they’ve knicked all our other stuff (except the Rebs)….. Wait a minute I don’t need to worry about a thing Robert Marley :>)