Tony Watt. Poem by THE HOLY POET

A first touch, really, and he had us going wild
A first start, a debutant, not much more than a child
Who is he, where's he from, we didn't catch his name
Yet here he was,3 minutes in, and staked his claim to fame.

Tony who? Oh! Tony Watt! Two years he's been with us
The lad who came from Airdrie, gave us such a buzz
The game was going nowhere though we were in control
And I don't care who you are, you remember your first goal.

His first was just magnificent, the technique was sublime
And there he was, a hero, well before his time
He turned towards the Celtic crowd to rapturous applause
Eighteen and just a bhoy, scoring for the cause.

At the post match interview, you could see it in his face
Still buzzing so excited, his mind in outer space
But humility was evident with a grin from ear to ear,
And praise was truly just for the bhoy who persevered.

His family couldn't be there, they thought he never made the squad
They missed his brace but this young man would not be overawed
The chances came, he took them, and lit up a million hearts
And all our hearts went out to him on a brilliant Celtic start.