Destiny

I sit. With breath baited and a pounding heart, I await destiny to unfold.

The old besuited men, steeped in history, gnarled and wizened. Aged gladiators from past arenas, roars and cheers still ringing in their ears. They fittingly hold the key to the next chapter of this neverending tale of skill, bravery and valour.

The adrenalin rises still further. That old familiar metallic taste burns pleasantly in the mouth. The gaze lengthens and dreams dare to be entertained.

In what foreign land will our modern day matadors take battle? To which distant shores shall our drunken throng sing songs of wonder and merriment?


And suddenly it's all over:


Celtic will play........... Barcelona!