HENRIK LARSSON and Wim Jansen were new names to the Celtic fans in the summer of 1997.
The Swedish international forward, mainly utilised on the left wing at Feyenoord, and the Dutch manager, taking over from fans’ favourite Tommy Burns, had been brought in as the Hoops hierarchy tried to get the club back on track.
They had been lost in the title wilderness as Rangers rampaged to nine in a row and were confident they would go into double figures following another season where Celtic would once again be left in their slipstream.
Didn’t quite work out like that. Thankfully. On this day on May 9 1998 something truly remarkable occured in the east end of Glasgow.
Author Alex Gordon investigates the glorious season of 1997/98 in depth in his fifteenth Celtic book, ‘50 Flags Plus One‘.
Alex, a former national newspaper sports editor, writes with insider knowledge on a monumental campaign for a new gaffer and a relatively unknown player who had cost a mere £650,000.
Here is an edited version of the chapter in the tribute publication.
IT BEGAN with Henrik Larsson gifting the opposition the winning goal and continued a week later with Wim Jansen stoically staring from the dug-out as his team feebly collapsed to defeat during his debut Premier League encounter at Celtic Park.
Larsson and Jansen, two names that may not have been instantly recognisable to the Celtic support in the summer of 1997. Larsson and Jansen, two names that are now instrisically linked forever in Celtic folklore.
Jitters were in evidence at the season’s kick-off, just as obvious as the jubilation that greeted the conclusion of a momentous season.
Ten years of misery, a decade of anguish, an interminable period of suffering in football’s version of Purgatory came to a shuddering halt in the east end of Glasgow on Saturday May 9 1998.
Dutchman Jansen had succeeded where the three previous inhabitants of the Parkhead hot seat – Liam Brady, Lou Macari and Tommy Burns – had proved to be deficient; the Premier league championship would be welcomed back to Paradise for the first time since 1988.
CROWNING GLORY…Henrik Larsson sets Celtic on the way with the opening strike against St Johnstone on an unforgettable May day in Paradise.
The last day of the programme was heading for a nerve-shredding crescendo and the position was clear: if Celtic, already two points ahead, beat St Johnstone by any margin they would be crowned champions of Scotland.
Rangers, who commenced the campaign firing out vainglorious promises of a world record ten titles in a row, were due to play Dundee United at Tannadice and the outcome would be rendered irrelevant if Jansen’s team avoided disaster against the visiting Perth outfit.
Tension came close to suffocating Celtic Park where a capacity 50,500 crowd sang a booming version of “You’ll Never Walk Alone”, the lusty lyrics bouncing around the stadium and beyond, long before the kick-off. Even Celtic’s King of Cool Henrik Larsson admitted to being “a little bit nervous” as he waited in the tunnel before racing onto the pitch to a tumultuous welcome.
Inside three minutes, the composed Swede had presented Celtic with the start they could only have dreamed of on this most crucial of afternoons. A misdirected kick-out from Saints keeper Alan Main dropped to Paul Lambert on the halfway line and he wasted no time in switching the ball to the roaming Larsson on the left.
Immediately, he got into his easy-going fluid stride as he took the ball towards right-back John McQuillan. Larsson shaped to go wide and hit the bye-line, but changed direction to glide inside.
THE MANE MAN…Henrik Larsson, with the unmistakeable dreadlocks, turns away in triumph after scoring another memorable goal.
The defenders backed off and the graceful frontman took a few touches before he was satisfied an opening had been presented. Without pausing, Larsson curled a spectacular effort with immaculate precision from 25 yards and the ball arced and plunged past the diving Main as it swept in at the left-hand post.
The goal should have eased the apprehension in the electrifying atmosphere with so much at stake, but there were still obvious signs among the players with the threat of a mistake an intolerable burden.
Larsson came within a whisker of providing the safety net of a second goal as he again cut in from the left to leave Main stranded with a deft flick.
Unfortunately, the ball drifted just over. News filtered through that Rangers had taken the lead on Tayside through Brian Laudrup and that added to jangling nerve-ends of the players on the pitch and the supporters in the stands, both united in anxiety.
On the hour mark, with Rangers now 2-0 ahead following a Jorg Albertz penalty-kick, Jansen replaced midfielder Phil O’Donnell with striker Harald Brattbakk in an ambitious move designed to help the side in the pursuit of a second goal.
The Norwegian was undoubtedly an enigma whose style mystified the fans and probably his Head Coach, too. He had the ability to seek out good positions in even the most crowded of penalty boxes, but his finishing touch was often lacking.
THE TITLE CLINCHER…Harald Brattbakk strokes in the second goal against the Perth club and a decade in the doldrums is coming to an end for the Hoops.
Before the Saints match, statistics showed he had scored in only two league games out of 17 appearances – four goals against Kilmarnock and a double against Dunfermline. Jansen, by his own admission, was not a betting man, but he was willing to gamble big-style on this occasion.
Twelve minutes after his throw of the dice, Brattbakk scored to push Celtic towards the 36th title triumph in their history. And the £2.2million man tucked the ball away with the accomplished artistry of a performer who gave the impression he rarely missed.
Tommy Boyd got the ball rolling by picking up a stray pass deep in his half before launching on an adventurous thrust down the right wing.
He played the ball in front of Jackie McNamara who maintained the pace of the move as he sped away from Allan Preston. Brattbakk’s timing in entering the danger zone was excellent as was McNamara’s low ball across.
HEADS WE WIN…Henrik Larsson and Wim Jansen enjoy the moment after the title presentation.
The puzzling hitman didn’t have to break stride as he met the ball sweetly with his right foot and his low effort eluded Main.
There were still 18 minutes to play, but there was no way Celtic were going to fail to win the glittering prize that had eluded them for what felt like an eternity.
Skipper Boyd was shaping to take a free-kick wide on the right when referee Kenny Clark stepped forward, picked up the ball while simultaneously blowing for full-time.
The defender turned towards the fans, yelled and raised his arms in salute.
The wait was over. The title was coming home to Paradise.