By Gareth White
“I have many nice memories down the years of supporting the greatest club in the world but the one I’m about to tell you is the best one in my eyes.
The night before the big game I was as nervous as anyone with numerous possibilities of results going through my head. All I knew was if we managed to lose this game we’d of handed the league title to our bitter rivals across the city and that was not worth thinking about. My mobile alarm went buzzing off at 5am and with no sleep I got up and got ready.
Me and others were travelling all the way from just outside Belfast to the game so we’d to be up nice and early to catch the boat at Belfast docks. It wasn’t like any other trip, despite it being 6am everyone was fully awake and excited for the game.
After the usual procedures of getting off the boat and back into our buses etc we proceeded to Ibrox. We managed to get there around 12 just enough time to soak in the atmosphere of pre match. The place was alive, you wouldn’t think we were the ones facing losing the title at home. Getting into the ground the whole buzz was beyond writable. Seated high up in the main stand we got a great view of everything, including looking down on the green and white of Celtic. As both sets of fans shared pleasantries among one another the players were out and ready for battle. The first half was one of one key highlight: that exquisite solo goal from Sone Aluko which was of sheer class and the Blue Sea of Ibrox became unglued.
Even Mr Lennon getting sent to the stands was absolutely hilarious to see. What followed in the 2nd half was just unbelievable. A scrappy but priceless goal from sub Andy Little and an amazing run and finish from future captain fantastic Lee Wallace give us a 3-0 cushion with very little time left to play. We just knew it wasn’t Celtic’s day to take the title at our stomping ground. Two late goals give us a bit of a sweat but we knew we’d done enough to stop them at least for another week. The general feel of the place was pure joy and relief. You couldn’t pay for that feeling if you’d all the money in China.
The party continued on the way home on the bus and boat with smiles all round. As we got back home at 11 that night we thought to ourselves we’ll never see anything quite that ever again. We were beyond thankful we could say we were there at Ibrox the season that the enemy could of won the title on our patch but we stood our ground and said no, not on our watch because we NEVER SURRENDER. WATP