The W.L.C.S.C. An Observation. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

The big cup game it looms again, the nerves, anticipation,
The butterflies, the beads of sweat, roll slowly down the face.
I look around and view the sights, I love this little place,
A CSC in West London, our home, called The New Inn.

Then Tony jumps upon a table, oh this is animation,
He croons and swoons and then decides to lead us to temptation.
Big Pat’s there, the Chuckles too and a Magners man called Morry,
Captain Morgan’s at the end and all are off their trolley.

That’s ticket Joe with his son Mark, who’s always up at Celtic Park,
There’s Shug and Noel, then wee Pat, who haven’t got the time to chat.
They’re deep in thought and shout out loud, at players on a screen,
Some are pissed and some are not but still they cheer their team.

Wee Kevin joins in the song, whilst going round collecting,
Lorraine and Amy, part of a throng, carry on the celebrating.
Some may come and some may go but most they stay forever,
Mairhead and Ryan and big Pat D, all from across the water.

Stevie Mc he’s gone away, to live down south in Eire,
To take his place there comes a girl, one called Mariya.
There’s George, Paul and Seamus too, along with our wee Benny,
When it’s his round he’ll get up quick, he thinks a pint’s a penny.

The Hounslow crowd they’re sitting down, Wee Handsome and his wife,
And with their mates they sip their pints, the McGintys with Judge Dave.
To be a Hoop you must be brave and some find it too stressful,
But for the rest and that means me, that’s part of Celtic’s football.

We can’t forget the Davies, co-founders of our club,
They’re members still but live afar, but still get to our pub.
The arguments abound in here but no-one ever wins,
Who cares I ask cause in the end, we’re are all the same, we’re Tims.

A brilliant place to see a match, of that there is no doubt,
I’m glad I joined for to see a win, there’s no place like Our New Inn.
I thank you one and all my friends for giving me these tasks.
Am I mad I question that but there’s no-one here to ask! ! !

We’re on our own with millions wide, albeit on TV,
Supporters’ clubs lay claim to fame for whatever reason.
I’ve been to Hayes and went to Baird’s, just at the close of season,
No disrespect to those concerned but this place is for me.

The club was formed twelve years ago way back in 96,
We’ve had some laughs, brilliant trips and bellies full of beer,
You’ll always find a happy face that’s full of Celtic cheer
At The, At Our, West London C.S.C.

Hail Hail.