It was a beautiful afternoon on May 25, 1967 as our coach left the Palacio Hotel in Estoril and headed for the Estadio Nacional on the outskirts of Lisbon.For once, the atmosphere among the party was quite peaceful.
You could attribute a number of qualities to that squad of players but being quiet was not one of them.Yet on that afternoon, the normal banter was not in evidence.
Perhaps, like me, they were in reflective mood. As I gazed out of the window at the flat countryside on one side or the sea on the other, I was recalling what an amazing couple of years I’d gone through with Celtic.
I had signed for the club on January 7, 1965, made my first-team debut against Go-Ahead Deventer of Holland in a Cup Winners Cup tie on October 7 that
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