Full Match Report Friday 26th May 1967, European Cup Final

Richybhoy

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The Article is from Daily Record and written by Hugh Taylor

Celtic were crowned football kings of Europe in the exotic National stadium here tonight.
The scenes under the setting sun at the end were fantastic- but so was the match.
Celtic came back from what seemed an early crippling disaster to annihilate the once proud Inter Milan with hurricane attacking football.
Every one of the 60,000 crowd here tonight knew that Celtic were really great, and the fans paid them tribute.
How Celtic came back from disaster will become an epic in European football history.
They were a goal down in exactly seven minutes fro a penalty- and they spent long minutes of frustration as the most brilliant saves and the fiercest shooting anyone in Europe has ever known, failed.
Failed not because this was a beat Inter defence- but failed mainly because of bad luck.
In the end however, it was a triumph of Celtics football- the new football pattern manager Jock Stein has set- the pattern that must adopted from now on in Europe.
Celtic gave Europe a new conception of football. This was shown by that explosive character- Tommy Gemmell, hero of the afternoon.
He capped a highly successful season with a super goal, the goal of the season, the goal that sent all Celtics frustrations flying. What a goal !
And it showed that Celtic had all the accent on attack, for Jim Craig joined Gemmell in the assault.
It was a night of wild triumph and now Celtic are unquestionably the greatest team in Europe.
And if they play with this heart and courage they will be kings of global football, for I cannot see any South Americans matching them.
Inter are dead- dead in European football.
They were hissed, hooted and booed for their negative tactics, and Celtic became the idols of the Portuguese fans, among the most knowledgeable in Europe, with their brilliant play.
Before kick off the heat was tremendous. But this foreign stadium became a little bit of Parkhead, for everyone was cheering on Celtic.
There was not a cheep from Inter fans. It seemed that Celtic had taken over Lisbon.
But in seven minutes the banners of green and white around the terrace dropped when tragedy hit Celtic. In one of Inters few raids Cappellini was running through and into a menacing shooting position when he was pulled down by Billy McNeill. ( Mistake here, twas JIm Craig).
The referee was well behind play in giving the penalty- but he had no hesitation.
Celtic protested but they could not move him, and Mazzola scored neatly from the spot.
This should have been a crippling blow for Celtic. For it compensated Inter for the loss of Suarez.
But this was when Celtic came into the picture, the brave new Celtic, the Celtic of wonderful skill, amazing stamina, and courage. They hit Inter with everything- high crosses, wonderful moves, cunning feints and neat flicks.
Lennox did the running and Auld supplied the moves. But it all seemed in vain.
Inter were pale shadows of the once great blue and black team. Their defence was anything but tight, anything but confident.
But they packed every man into their goal. Only Mazzola and Cappellini were left upfront. It was frustrating that Celtic could not get the goals they so richly deserved. Nothing went right. Auld hit the bar, then Sarti saved a terrific Gemmell shot.
At half time we all wondered just what more Celtic could do to bring equality in a match when they should have been so far ahead.
But it wasn't long until Celtic showed that they had everything a great team needs.
Their spirits should have been depressed when they were refused what seemed a justified penalty against Burgnich.
Then from an indirect free kick the ball appeared over the line but the ref waved on play.
Bang, Bang, Bang-went Celtic. But still the luckiest defence in the world held out.
Then Tommy Gemmell struck.
What a great goal it was and it shows how much in command were Celtic that it was made by right back Jim Craig. Gemmell to Craig and back, and what a shot from Tommy. His first time right foot thundered into the back of the net like a flash. The great Sarti was beaten and the exotic stadium turned into a green and white inferno.
Helenio Herrera who had been bawling instructions all afternoon from the bench put his head between his knees and wept (really?)
And the Inter players knew in their hearts this was the end of a once great team.
It was only a matter of time until Celtic got the winner. Inter could not burst into attack when attack was called for. They did not have the know how, the courage, the stamina to hit back again against superb Celtic. Anxiety set in, however as the minutes ticked away and the winner Celtic deserved did not come. But the attacks grew fiercer and fiercer, Inter had never met a team like Celtic before. Were they footballers or were they robots, they wondered. They soon got their answer.
With only five minutes to go Celtic scored the goal that made history- the goal that made them the first British (Brutish mair like) club to win the European Cup.
Bobby Murdoch was the man behind it. In yet another fast and fascinating attack, Inters defence were ripped apart and Bobby slammed in a low hard angular drive. As Sarti moved to cover it, Stevie Chalmers stuck out a foot to deflect the ball into the goal.
And what joy there was. For with the ball in the net, the European Cup was in the bag.
Be proud of Celtic. This was history and what terrific history it was.
I think only super Celts could have come back from such a disastrous start- a start that would have knocked practically every other team in Europe out of the ring. But not this Celtic. They played all the harder, all the better.
And they were entitled to call themselves great champions, for great campions they were.
It would have been the travesty of all time if Inter had won the cup. For they took the lashing of a lifetime. This was no cool, contemptuos defence, this was Inter in panic stations. This was Inter meeting more than their match. Burgnich, Sarti and Facchetti stuck grimly to their task- but in vain.
They had no answer to Celtic, a Celtic going at top speed, a Celtic who have given the world a new conception of football. (Wow, ye like that Larry?).
No wonder Di Stefano paid a special visit to Lisbon to see the final to try to plead with Celtic to play at his benefit match in Madrid.
It was wonderful to be in this tree lined stadium. To see the joy of the green and white bedecked fans at the end. They took over the stadium and they deserved their minutes of delirious joy.
Every Celt was a hero. On an afternoon like this, on an afternoon of triumph,of triumph never achieved by a British team before, every Celt de severed praise- from Ronnie Simpson, who had hardly a save to make all afternoon, to the fast moving Bobby Lennox.
This was a triumph of tactics. Celtic proved they were master of all the moves, of sophisticated raids as well as spectacular high crosses.
It was a triumph of football with a real kick. It was defeat at last for the method men of Inter to whom defence is law.
It was a game packed with drama, incident and excitement- and it all came from Celtic. Apart from their goal Inter were never in the picture.
Their main hope was to to try to hang on to their goal at all costs, but against Steins men, it was a forlorn hope.
CELTIC- Simpson, Craig, Gemmell, Murdoch, McNeill, Clark, Johnstone, Wallace, Chalmers, Auld, Lennox
INTER MILAN- Sarti, Burgnich, Facchetti, Bedin, Guarneri, Picchi, Corso, Bicicli, Mazzola, Cappellini, Domenghini.


HH Rich
 
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michael duffy

Well-known member
The Article is from Daily Record and written by Hugh Taylor

Celtic were crowned football kings of Europe in the exotic National stadium here tonight.
The scenes under the setting sun at the end were fantastic- but so was the match.
Celtic came back from what seemed an early crippling disaster to annihilate the once proud Inter Milan with hurricane attacking football.
Every one of the 60,000 crowd here tonight knew that Celtic were really great, and the fans paid them tribute.
How Celtic came back from disaster will become an epic in European football history.
They were a goal down in exactly seven minutes fro a penalty- and they spent long minutes of frustration as the most brilliant saves and the fiercest shooting anyone in Europe has ever known, failed.
Failed not because this was a beat Inter defence- but failed mainly because of bad luck.
In the end however, it was a triumph of Celtics football- the new football pattern manager Jock Stein has set- the pattern that must adopted from now on in Europe.
Celtic gave Europe a new conception of football. This was shown by that explosive character- Tommy Gemmell, hero of the afternoon.
He capped a highly successful season with a super goal, the goal of the season, the goal that sent all Celtics frustrations flying. What a goal !
And it showed that Celtic had all the accent on attack, for Jim Craig joined Gemmell in the assault.
It was a night of wild triumph and now Celtic are unquestionably the greatest team in Europe.
And if they play with this heart and courage they will be kings of global football, for I cannot see any South Americans matching them.
Inter are dead- dead in European football.
They were hissed, hooted and booed for their negative tactics, and Celtic became the idols of the Portuguese fans, among the most knowledgeable in Europe, with their brilliant play.
Before kick off the heat was tremendous. But this foreign stadium became a little bit of Parkhead, for everyone was cheering on Celtic.
There was not a cheep from Inter fans. It seemed that Celtic had taken over Lisbon.
But in seven minutes the banners of green and white around the terrace dropped when tragedy hit Celtic. In one of Inters few raids Cappellini was running through and into a menacing shooting position when he was pulled down by Billy McNeill. ( Mistake here, twas JIm Craig).
The referee was well behind play in giving the penalty- but he had no hesitation.
Celtic protested but they could not move him, and Mazzola scored neatly from the spot.
This should have been a crippling blow for Celtic. For it compensated Inter for the loss of Suarez.
But this was when Celtic came into the picture, the brave new Celtic, the Celtic of wonderful skill, amazing stamina, and courage. They hit Inter with everything- high crosses, wonderful moves, cunning feints and neat flicks.
Lennox did the running and Auld supplied the moves. But it all seemed in vain.
Inter were pale shadows of the once great blue and black team. Their defence was anything but tight, anything but confident.
But they packed every man into their goal. Only Mazzola and Cappellini were left upfront. It was frustrating that Celtic could not get the goals they so richly deserved. Nothing went right. Auld hit the bar, then Sarti saved a terrific Gemmell shot.
At half time we all wondered just what more Celtic could do to bring equality in a match when they should have been so far ahead.
But it wasn't long until Celtic showed that they had everything a great team needs.
There spirits should have been depressed when they were refused what seemed a justified penalty against Burgnich.
Then from an indirect free kick the ball appeared over the line but the ref waved on play.
Bang, Bang, Bang-went Celtic. But still the luckiest defence in the world held out.
Then Tommy Gemmell struck.
What a great goal it was and it shows how much in command were Celtic that it was made by right back Jim Craig. Gemmell to Craig and back, and what a shot from Tommy. His first time right foot thundered into the back of the net like a flash. The great Sarti was beaten and the exotic stadium turned into a green and white inferno.
Heienio Herrera who had been bawling instructions all afternoon from the bench put his head between his knees and wept (really?)
And the Inter players knew in their hearts this was the end of a once great team.
It was only a matter of time until Celtic got the winner. Inter could not burst into attack when attack was called for. They did not have the know how, the courage, the stamina to hit back again against superb Celtic. Anxiety set in, however as the minutes ticked away and the winner Celtic deserved did not come. But the attacks grew fiercer and fiercer, Inter had never met a team like Celtic before. Were they footballers or were they robots, they wondered. They soon got their answer.
With only five minutes to go Celtic scored the goal that made history- the goal that made them the first British (Brutish mair like) club to win the European Cup.
Bobby Murdoch was the man behind it. In yet another fast and fascinating attack, Inters defence were ripped apart and Bobby slammed in a low hard angular drive. As Sarti moved to cover it, Stevie Chalmers stuck out a foot to deflect the ball into the goal.
And what joy there was. For with the ball in the net, the European Cup was in the bag.
Be proud of Celtic. This was history and what terrific history it was.
I think only super Celts could have come back from such a disastrous start- a start that would have knocked practically every other team in Europe out of the ring. But not this Celtic. They played all the harder, all the better.
And they were entitled to call themselves great champions, for great campions they were.
It would have been the travesty of all time if Inter had won the cup. For they took the lashing of a lifetime. This was no cool, contemptuos defence, this was Inter in panic stations. This was Inter meeting more than their match. Burgnich, Sarti and Facchetti stuck grimly to their task- but in vain.
They had no answer to Celtic, a Celtic going at top speed, a Celtic who have given the world a new conception of football. (Wow, ye like that Larry?).
No wonder Di Stefano paid a special visit to Lisbon to see the final to try to plead with Celtic to play at his benefit match in Madrid.
It was wonderful to be in this tree lined stadium. To see the joy of the green and white bedecked fans at the end. They took over the stadium and they deserved their minutes of delirious joy.
Every Celt was a hero. On an afternoon like this, on an afternoon of triumph,of triumph never achieved by a British team before, every Celt de severed praise- from Ronnie Simpson, who had hardly a save to make all afternoon, to the fast moving Bobby Lennox.
This was a triumph of tactics. Celtic proved they were master of all the moves, of sophisticated raids as well as spectacular high crosses.
It was a triumph of football with a real kick. It was defeat at last for the method men of Inter to whom defence is law.
It was a game packed with drama, incident and excitement- and it all came from Celtic. Apart from their goal Inter were never in the picture.
Their main hope was to to try to hang on to their goal at all costs, but against Steins men, it was forlorn hope.
CELTIC- Simpson, Craig, Gemmell, Murdoch, McNeill, Clark, Johnstone, Wallace, Chalmers, Auld, Lennox
INTER MILAN- Sarti, Burgnich, Facchetti, Bedin, Guarneri, Picchi, Corso, Bicicli, Mazzola, Cappellini, Domenghini.


HH Rich
Stella(r) Rich Hail Hail!
 

michael duffy

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Great article, Rich! Thanks for transcribing.

During the international break, I watched the '67 game a few times. This captures it pretty well.
Hugh Taylor old school reporter Larry,highlighted something i've rattled on about for years,inter player goes down in the penalty box-penalty,Celtic player goes down-indirect free kick!!!!! ah counted 3!!!!!!
 

lcafiero

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That's true, MD. Probably the most impressive part of the '67 game, to me, was watching Jimmy Johnstone with the ball. He was fantastic -- it was tiring to watch him. There was another clip of him talking to Inter players as they walked out, very defiant. Quite a Celt, indeed.
 

michael duffy

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That's true, MD. Probably the most impressive part of the '67 game, to me, was watching Jimmy Johnstone with the ball. He was fantastic -- it was tiring to watch him. There was another clip of him talking to Inter players as they walked out, very defiant. Quite a Celt, indeed.
loved the walk out Larry,ah'm sure De Niro used it wi "you talkin to me"!!! that's why we love the Lions, they were feckin fearless!!! HH
 

Digger

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The Article is from Daily Record and written by Hugh Taylor

Celtic were crowned football kings of Europe in the exotic National stadium here tonight.
The scenes under the setting sun at the end were fantastic- but so was the match.
Celtic came back from what seemed an early crippling disaster to annihilate the once proud Inter Milan with hurricane attacking football.
Every one of the 60,000 crowd here tonight knew that Celtic were really great, and the fans paid them tribute.
How Celtic came back from disaster will become an epic in European football history.
They were a goal down in exactly seven minutes fro a penalty- and they spent long minutes of frustration as the most brilliant saves and the fiercest shooting anyone in Europe has ever known, failed.
Failed not because this was a beat Inter defence- but failed mainly because of bad luck.
In the end however, it was a triumph of Celtics football- the new football pattern manager Jock Stein has set- the pattern that must adopted from now on in Europe.
Celtic gave Europe a new conception of football. This was shown by that explosive character- Tommy Gemmell, hero of the afternoon.
He capped a highly successful season with a super goal, the goal of the season, the goal that sent all Celtics frustrations flying. What a goal !
And it showed that Celtic had all the accent on attack, for Jim Craig joined Gemmell in the assault.
It was a night of wild triumph and now Celtic are unquestionably the greatest team in Europe.
And if they play with this heart and courage they will be kings of global football, for I cannot see any South Americans matching them.
Inter are dead- dead in European football.
They were hissed, hooted and booed for their negative tactics, and Celtic became the idols of the Portuguese fans, among the most knowledgeable in Europe, with their brilliant play.
Before kick off the heat was tremendous. But this foreign stadium became a little bit of Parkhead, for everyone was cheering on Celtic.
There was not a cheep from Inter fans. It seemed that Celtic had taken over Lisbon.
But in seven minutes the banners of green and white around the terrace dropped when tragedy hit Celtic. In one of Inters few raids Cappellini was running through and into a menacing shooting position when he was pulled down by Billy McNeill. ( Mistake here, twas JIm Craig).
The referee was well behind play in giving the penalty- but he had no hesitation.
Celtic protested but they could not move him, and Mazzola scored neatly from the spot.
This should have been a crippling blow for Celtic. For it compensated Inter for the loss of Suarez.
But this was when Celtic came into the picture, the brave new Celtic, the Celtic of wonderful skill, amazing stamina, and courage. They hit Inter with everything- high crosses, wonderful moves, cunning feints and neat flicks.
Lennox did the running and Auld supplied the moves. But it all seemed in vain.
Inter were pale shadows of the once great blue and black team. Their defence was anything but tight, anything but confident.
But they packed every man into their goal. Only Mazzola and Cappellini were left upfront. It was frustrating that Celtic could not get the goals they so richly deserved. Nothing went right. Auld hit the bar, then Sarti saved a terrific Gemmell shot.
At half time we all wondered just what more Celtic could do to bring equality in a match when they should have been so far ahead.
But it wasn't long until Celtic showed that they had everything a great team needs.
There spirits should have been depressed when they were refused what seemed a justified penalty against Burgnich.
Then from an indirect free kick the ball appeared over the line but the ref waved on play.
Bang, Bang, Bang-went Celtic. But still the luckiest defence in the world held out.
Then Tommy Gemmell struck.
What a great goal it was and it shows how much in command were Celtic that it was made by right back Jim Craig. Gemmell to Craig and back, and what a shot from Tommy. His first time right foot thundered into the back of the net like a flash. The great Sarti was beaten and the exotic stadium turned into a green and white inferno.
Heienio Herrera who had been bawling instructions all afternoon from the bench put his head between his knees and wept (really?)
And the Inter players knew in their hearts this was the end of a once great team.
It was only a matter of time until Celtic got the winner. Inter could not burst into attack when attack was called for. They did not have the know how, the courage, the stamina to hit back again against superb Celtic. Anxiety set in, however as the minutes ticked away and the winner Celtic deserved did not come. But the attacks grew fiercer and fiercer, Inter had never met a team like Celtic before. Were they footballers or were they robots, they wondered. They soon got their answer.
With only five minutes to go Celtic scored the goal that made history- the goal that made them the first British (Brutish mair like) club to win the European Cup.
Bobby Murdoch was the man behind it. In yet another fast and fascinating attack, Inters defence were ripped apart and Bobby slammed in a low hard angular drive. As Sarti moved to cover it, Stevie Chalmers stuck out a foot to deflect the ball into the goal.
And what joy there was. For with the ball in the net, the European Cup was in the bag.
Be proud of Celtic. This was history and what terrific history it was.
I think only super Celts could have come back from such a disastrous start- a start that would have knocked practically every other team in Europe out of the ring. But not this Celtic. They played all the harder, all the better.
And they were entitled to call themselves great champions, for great campions they were.
It would have been the travesty of all time if Inter had won the cup. For they took the lashing of a lifetime. This was no cool, contemptuos defence, this was Inter in panic stations. This was Inter meeting more than their match. Burgnich, Sarti and Facchetti stuck grimly to their task- but in vain.
They had no answer to Celtic, a Celtic going at top speed, a Celtic who have given the world a new conception of football. (Wow, ye like that Larry?).
No wonder Di Stefano paid a special visit to Lisbon to see the final to try to plead with Celtic to play at his benefit match in Madrid.
It was wonderful to be in this tree lined stadium. To see the joy of the green and white bedecked fans at the end. They took over the stadium and they deserved their minutes of delirious joy.
Every Celt was a hero. On an afternoon like this, on an afternoon of triumph,of triumph never achieved by a British team before, every Celt de severed praise- from Ronnie Simpson, who had hardly a save to make all afternoon, to the fast moving Bobby Lennox.
This was a triumph of tactics. Celtic proved they were master of all the moves, of sophisticated raids as well as spectacular high crosses.
It was a triumph of football with a real kick. It was defeat at last for the method men of Inter to whom defence is law.
It was a game packed with drama, incident and excitement- and it all came from Celtic. Apart from their goal Inter were never in the picture.
Their main hope was to to try to hang on to their goal at all costs, but against Steins men, it was forlorn hope.
CELTIC- Simpson, Craig, Gemmell, Murdoch, McNeill, Clark, Johnstone, Wallace, Chalmers, Auld, Lennox
INTER MILAN- Sarti, Burgnich, Facchetti, Bedin, Guarneri, Picchi, Corso, Bicicli, Mazzola, Cappellini, Domenghini.


HH Rich
Great post,went to see Rod Stewart in Bristol last night and what a fantastic show Rod put on and true to form Celtic was at the forefront with the 1967 team a backdrop to one of his songs,He then took the time to explain to the audience what the team had archived on 25 May 1967 in winning the then European Cup,I can still hear my Brother shout ( It's gone in ) what a fantastic result and a never to be forgotten memory,thank you
 
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Maria

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The Article is from Daily Record and written by Hugh Taylor

Celtic were crowned football kings of Europe in the exotic National stadium here tonight.
The scenes under the setting sun at the end were fantastic- but so was the match.
Celtic came back from what seemed an early crippling disaster to annihilate the once proud Inter Milan with hurricane attacking football.
Every one of the 60,000 crowd here tonight knew that Celtic were really great, and the fans paid them tribute.
How Celtic came back from disaster will become an epic in European football history.
They were a goal down in exactly seven minutes fro a penalty- and they spent long minutes of frustration as the most brilliant saves and the fiercest shooting anyone in Europe has ever known, failed.
Failed not because this was a beat Inter defence- but failed mainly because of bad luck.
In the end however, it was a triumph of Celtics football- the new football pattern manager Jock Stein has set- the pattern that must adopted from now on in Europe.
Celtic gave Europe a new conception of football. This was shown by that explosive character- Tommy Gemmell, hero of the afternoon.
He capped a highly successful season with a super goal, the goal of the season, the goal that sent all Celtics frustrations flying. What a goal !
And it showed that Celtic had all the accent on attack, for Jim Craig joined Gemmell in the assault.
It was a night of wild triumph and now Celtic are unquestionably the greatest team in Europe.
And if they play with this heart and courage they will be kings of global football, for I cannot see any South Americans matching them.
Inter are dead- dead in European football.
They were hissed, hooted and booed for their negative tactics, and Celtic became the idols of the Portuguese fans, among the most knowledgeable in Europe, with their brilliant play.
Before kick off the heat was tremendous. But this foreign stadium became a little bit of Parkhead, for everyone was cheering on Celtic.
There was not a cheep from Inter fans. It seemed that Celtic had taken over Lisbon.
But in seven minutes the banners of green and white around the terrace dropped when tragedy hit Celtic. In one of Inters few raids Cappellini was running through and into a menacing shooting position when he was pulled down by Billy McNeill. ( Mistake here, twas JIm Craig).
The referee was well behind play in giving the penalty- but he had no hesitation.
Celtic protested but they could not move him, and Mazzola scored neatly from the spot.
This should have been a crippling blow for Celtic. For it compensated Inter for the loss of Suarez.
But this was when Celtic came into the picture, the brave new Celtic, the Celtic of wonderful skill, amazing stamina, and courage. They hit Inter with everything- high crosses, wonderful moves, cunning feints and neat flicks.
Lennox did the running and Auld supplied the moves. But it all seemed in vain.
Inter were pale shadows of the once great blue and black team. Their defence was anything but tight, anything but confident.
But they packed every man into their goal. Only Mazzola and Cappellini were left upfront. It was frustrating that Celtic could not get the goals they so richly deserved. Nothing went right. Auld hit the bar, then Sarti saved a terrific Gemmell shot.
At half time we all wondered just what more Celtic could do to bring equality in a match when they should have been so far ahead.
But it wasn't long until Celtic showed that they had everything a great team needs.
There spirits should have been depressed when they were refused what seemed a justified penalty against Burgnich.
Then from an indirect free kick the ball appeared over the line but the ref waved on play.
Bang, Bang, Bang-went Celtic. But still the luckiest defence in the world held out.
Then Tommy Gemmell struck.
What a great goal it was and it shows how much in command were Celtic that it was made by right back Jim Craig. Gemmell to Craig and back, and what a shot from Tommy. His first time right foot thundered into the back of the net like a flash. The great Sarti was beaten and the exotic stadium turned into a green and white inferno.
Heienio Herrera who had been bawling instructions all afternoon from the bench put his head between his knees and wept (really?)
And the Inter players knew in their hearts this was the end of a once great team.
It was only a matter of time until Celtic got the winner. Inter could not burst into attack when attack was called for. They did not have the know how, the courage, the stamina to hit back again against superb Celtic. Anxiety set in, however as the minutes ticked away and the winner Celtic deserved did not come. But the attacks grew fiercer and fiercer, Inter had never met a team like Celtic before. Were they footballers or were they robots, they wondered. They soon got their answer.
With only five minutes to go Celtic scored the goal that made history- the goal that made them the first British (Brutish mair like) club to win the European Cup.
Bobby Murdoch was the man behind it. In yet another fast and fascinating attack, Inters defence were ripped apart and Bobby slammed in a low hard angular drive. As Sarti moved to cover it, Stevie Chalmers stuck out a foot to deflect the ball into the goal.
And what joy there was. For with the ball in the net, the European Cup was in the bag.
Be proud of Celtic. This was history and what terrific history it was.
I think only super Celts could have come back from such a disastrous start- a start that would have knocked practically every other team in Europe out of the ring. But not this Celtic. They played all the harder, all the better.
And they were entitled to call themselves great champions, for great campions they were.
It would have been the travesty of all time if Inter had won the cup. For they took the lashing of a lifetime. This was no cool, contemptuos defence, this was Inter in panic stations. This was Inter meeting more than their match. Burgnich, Sarti and Facchetti stuck grimly to their task- but in vain.
They had no answer to Celtic, a Celtic going at top speed, a Celtic who have given the world a new conception of football. (Wow, ye like that Larry?).
No wonder Di Stefano paid a special visit to Lisbon to see the final to try to plead with Celtic to play at his benefit match in Madrid.
It was wonderful to be in this tree lined stadium. To see the joy of the green and white bedecked fans at the end. They took over the stadium and they deserved their minutes of delirious joy.
Every Celt was a hero. On an afternoon like this, on an afternoon of triumph,of triumph never achieved by a British team before, every Celt de severed praise- from Ronnie Simpson, who had hardly a save to make all afternoon, to the fast moving Bobby Lennox.
This was a triumph of tactics. Celtic proved they were master of all the moves, of sophisticated raids as well as spectacular high crosses.
It was a triumph of football with a real kick. It was defeat at last for the method men of Inter to whom defence is law.
It was a game packed with drama, incident and excitement- and it all came from Celtic. Apart from their goal Inter were never in the picture.
Their main hope was to to try to hang on to their goal at all costs, but against Steins men, it was forlorn hope.
CELTIC- Simpson, Craig, Gemmell, Murdoch, McNeill, Clark, Johnstone, Wallace, Chalmers, Auld, Lennox
INTER MILAN- Sarti, Burgnich, Facchetti, Bedin, Guarneri, Picchi, Corso, Bicicli, Mazzola, Cappellini, Domenghini.


HH Rich
What a great read, thanx Richy ???
 

Lubos left peg

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Can you imagine the daily rectum reporters of today wrote it

"Celtic nick European cup"
Glasgow Celtic got lucky last night. The mighty Inter had one of their worse games on the park.
Had they been in any kind of form the European cup would surely be on the plane back to Italy.
Everything started so well for one of the best teams in Europe. Jim Craig, theres no better way to say this, cheated and dragged back Cappellini in the box. The stadium erupted with the thousands upon thousands of inter fans backed by the Portuguese fans, who were there to see the mighty inter destroy the little Scottish club, with both sets of fans confused by the the tricolour dotted around the stadium (they ARE a Scottish club after all)
Once the penalty kick was dispatched into the net there was surely only going to be one winner. But no. The Celtic players started taking liberties. Constant off the ball fouling disrupted the inter teams flow. If ever cheating and fouling won it match then it was this one.
In the second half Celtic grow desperate as inter were in perfect control of the match. And that desperation paid off as as Gemmel scuffed a hit and hope shot that beat the keeper as it trundled over the line. The stadium fell silent. All that could be heard was the chanting of pro-IRA songs.
But the misery wasnt over, not by a long shot. In one of the greatest travesties to befall world football, Celtic struck again.
This time Stevie Chalmers, in an offside position, toe poked the ball into the net.
And to top off this horrible dark day for European football I had to witness Celtic fans pour onto the pitch after the final whistle and make a beeline for the terrified inter players. Thank God no one was killed.
This season Celtic have got lucky. They have won every trophy they have competed for. Thank God for them that the mighty Glasgow Rangers haven't been at their best. It's just unfortunate for us all that this has been the case. If they had been in Lisbon last night, Scotland could have had a European champion it could be proud of.
Let's hope for a better 1967/68 season.

Reported Bill Leckie/Keith Jackson/Gordon Waddell
(Take your pick)
 
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Maria

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Can you imagine the daily rectum reporters of today wrote it

"Celtic nick European cup"
Glasgow Celtic got lucky last night. The mighty Inter had one of their worse games on the park.
Had they been in any kind of form the European cup would surely be on the plane back to Italy.
Everything started so well for one of the best teams in Europe. Jim Craig, theres no better way to say this, cheated and dragged back Cappellini in the box. The stadium erupted with the thousands upon thousands of inter fans backed by the Portuguese fans, who were there to see the mighty inter destroy the little Scottish club, with both sets of fans confused by the the tricolour dotted around the stadium (they ARE a Scottish club after all)
Once the penalty kick was dispatched into the net there was surely only going to be one winner. But no. The Celtic players started taking liberties. Constant off the ball fouling disrupted the inter teams flow. If ever cheating and fouling won it match then it was this one.
In the second half Celtic grow desperate as inter were in perfect control of the match. And that desperation paid off as as Gemmel scuffed a hit and hope shot that beat the keeper as it trundled over the line. The stadium fell silent. All that could be heard was the chanting of pro-IRA songs.
But the misery wasnt over, not by a long shot. In one of the greatest travesties to befall world football, Celtic struck again.
This time Stevie Chalmers, in an offside position, toe poked the ball into the net.
And to top off this horrible dark day for European football I had to witness Celtic fans pour onto the pitch after the final whistle and make a beeline for the terrified inter players. Thank God no one was killed.
This season Celtic have got lucky. They have won every trophy they have competed for. Thank God for them that the mighty Glasgow Rangers haven't been at their best. It's just unfortunate for us all that this has been the case. If they had been in Lisbon last night, Scotland could have had a European champion it could be proud of.
Let's hope for a better 1967/68 season.

Reported Bill Leckie/Keith Jackson/Gordon Waddell
(Take your pick)

Too funny but wickedly sad ???
 

The Shamrock

Well-known member
Can you imagine the daily rectum reporters of today wrote it

"Celtic nick European cup"
Glasgow Celtic got lucky last night. The mighty Inter had one of their worse games on the park.
Had they been in any kind of form the European cup would surely be on the plane back to Italy.
Everything started so well for one of the best teams in Europe. Jim Craig, theres no better way to say this, cheated and dragged back Cappellini in the box. The stadium erupted with the thousands upon thousands of inter fans backed by the Portuguese fans, who were there to see the mighty inter destroy the little Scottish club, with both sets of fans confused by the the tricolour dotted around the stadium (they ARE a Scottish club after all)
Once the penalty kick was dispatched into the net there was surely only going to be one winner. But no. The Celtic players started taking liberties. Constant off the ball fouling disrupted the inter teams flow. If ever cheating and fouling won it match then it was this one.
In the second half Celtic grow desperate as inter were in perfect control of the match. And that desperation paid off as as Gemmel scuffed a hit and hope shot that beat the keeper as it trundled over the line. The stadium fell silent. All that could be heard was the chanting of pro-IRA songs.
But the misery wasnt over, not by a long shot. In one of the greatest travesties to befall world football, Celtic struck again.
This time Stevie Chalmers, in an offside position, toe poked the ball into the net.
And to top off this horrible dark day for European football I had to witness Celtic fans pour onto the pitch after the final whistle and make a beeline for the terrified inter players. Thank God no one was killed.
This season Celtic have got lucky. They have won every trophy they have competed for. Thank God for them that the mighty Glasgow Rangers haven't been at their best. It's just unfortunate for us all that this has been the case. If they had been in Lisbon last night, Scotland could have had a European champion it could be proud of.
Let's hope for a better 1967/68 season.

Reported Bill Leckie/Keith Jackson/Gordon Waddell
(Take your pick)
You're much too good at that Lubo. Are you interviewing for a job with the Daily Bogroll? ?
 

Richybhoy

Well-known member
Can you imagine the daily rectum reporters of today wrote it

"Celtic nick European cup"
Glasgow Celtic got lucky last night. The mighty Inter had one of their worse games on the park.
Had they been in any kind of form the European cup would surely be on the plane back to Italy.
Everything started so well for one of the best teams in Europe. Jim Craig, theres no better way to say this, cheated and dragged back Cappellini in the box. The stadium erupted with the thousands upon thousands of inter fans backed by the Portuguese fans, who were there to see the mighty inter destroy the little Scottish club, with both sets of fans confused by the the tricolour dotted around the stadium (they ARE a Scottish club after all)
Once the penalty kick was dispatched into the net there was surely only going to be one winner. But no. The Celtic players started taking liberties. Constant off the ball fouling disrupted the inter teams flow. If ever cheating and fouling won it match then it was this one.
In the second half Celtic grow desperate as inter were in perfect control of the match. And that desperation paid off as as Gemmel scuffed a hit and hope shot that beat the keeper as it trundled over the line. The stadium fell silent. All that could be heard was the chanting of pro-IRA songs.
But the misery wasnt over, not by a long shot. In one of the greatest travesties to befall world football, Celtic struck again.
This time Stevie Chalmers, in an offside position, toe poked the ball into the net.
And to top off this horrible dark day for European football I had to witness Celtic fans pour onto the pitch after the final whistle and make a beeline for the terrified inter players. Thank God no one was killed.
This season Celtic have got lucky. They have won every trophy they have competed for. Thank God for them that the mighty Glasgow Rangers haven't been at their best. It's just unfortunate for us all that this has been the case. If they had been in Lisbon last night, Scotland could have had a European champion it could be proud of.
Let's hope for a better 1967/68 season.

Reported Bill Leckie/Keith Jackson/Gordon Waddell
(Take your pick)
Funny you say that Lubo, There is report in the book I have from 1938 (I think) Tis an old firm game that the Celts won 6-2. To read the report you would swear Rangers won it 6-2. There is also a fan-zone type thing with a fan from each side giving their thoughts. The Hun says, ( I am not making this up) just wait till the summer, then we will be ready to go come the Autumn!!!! Here we are in 2019 and they are still playing the same record.
Will type that up too, with both fan articles as well.
There are also a couple of reports after heavy defeats for Rangers V Celtic
Written by one......wait for it noo....here we go now.....James Traynor aka Jabba the Reichs minister for bullshit and lies.

What should I type next,,,1938 6-2 game written by Rex OR The 5-1 game from 1998 (the Moravcik game) written by Jabba Traynor, the choice is yours.
HH Rich
 

The Shamrock

Well-known member
Funny you say that Lubo, There is report in the book I have from 1938 (I think) Tis an old firm game that the Celts won 6-2. To read the report you would swear Rangers won it 6-2. There is also a fan-zone type thing with a fan from each side giving their thoughts. The Hun says, ( I am not making this up) just wait till the summer, then we will be ready to go come the Autumn!!!! Here we are in 2019 and they are still playing the same record.
Will type that up too, with both fan articles as well.
There are also a couple of reports after heavy defeats for Rangers V Celtic
Written by one......wait for it noo....here we go now.....James Traynor aka Jabba the Reichs minister for bullshit and lies.

What should I type next,,,1938 6-2 game written by Rex OR The 5-1 game from 1998 (the Moravcik game) written by Jabba Traynor, the choice is yours.
HH Rich
5-1 game first please, Richy, but looking forward to the other as well.
 
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