5/22/2004
Dunfermline 1-3 Celtic....thank you, Henrik.
Truly world-class soccer players don't come down the pike that often...far fewer find their way to the Scottish Premier League. Fair's fair -- it's not one of the top leagues, and elite players tend to be just too good for the rest of the competition. A man who played his last game for Celtic FC this morning was not only too good for the Dunfermlines and Dundee Uniteds of the world -- he was way, way too good for our nearest and dearest rivals themselves.
Henrik Larsson came over seven seasons ago from Feyenoord, having had a somewhat unsuccessful spell there after doing well for Helsingborgs in his native Sweden. He immediately started hitting the net, and only got better and better as time went on. When "Ghod" first came over, the Bhoys were second-sisters to those blue cunts from the other end of Glasgow. However, his signing (and the appointment of former Leicester City maestro Martin O'Neill as manager) gave Celtic a foundation to build not only a championship side, but one that dominated Scotland, and came within a decent referee of beating those diving, cheating fucktards of FC Porto in the UEFA Cup final two seasons ago.
Most strikers fit into one of two templates -- either they're the tall center forward who scores with his head, or the small, nippy guy who uses skill and guile to score. Henrik did both equally well, and having big, strong forwards like Chris Sutton and John Hartson to partner him has only helped his cause.
As for the game itself, it was a simple story. Dunfermline was up 1-0 at the half thanks to Stuart Dougal inexplicably letting the Pars bodycheck our goalkeeper into next week, impeding his progress towards, a slow, looping ball that David Marshall would have gotten to otherwise. It wasn't so bad, though...we all knew Henrik was going to win it for us, and he did -- with two final world-class goals in a Celtic shirt. Sadly, I missed the second due to the fact that I was paying rent on those two Guinnesses, but it's no matter. Henrik goes out on a high, and once again, Celtic wins a Double. Great morning, great season, great Celtic career for Henrik.
So, whether he heads off to Spain, to Italy, to Germany, or the Premier League, I think I speak for every Hoops supporter when I say I wish him absolutely nothing but the best, as long as his side doesn't meet Celtic in the Champions' League. :)
So, for the last time, Henrik..."Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart...and you'll never walk alone".
Henrik Larsson came over seven seasons ago from Feyenoord, having had a somewhat unsuccessful spell there after doing well for Helsingborgs in his native Sweden. He immediately started hitting the net, and only got better and better as time went on. When "Ghod" first came over, the Bhoys were second-sisters to those blue cunts from the other end of Glasgow. However, his signing (and the appointment of former Leicester City maestro Martin O'Neill as manager) gave Celtic a foundation to build not only a championship side, but one that dominated Scotland, and came within a decent referee of beating those diving, cheating fucktards of FC Porto in the UEFA Cup final two seasons ago.
Most strikers fit into one of two templates -- either they're the tall center forward who scores with his head, or the small, nippy guy who uses skill and guile to score. Henrik did both equally well, and having big, strong forwards like Chris Sutton and John Hartson to partner him has only helped his cause.
As for the game itself, it was a simple story. Dunfermline was up 1-0 at the half thanks to Stuart Dougal inexplicably letting the Pars bodycheck our goalkeeper into next week, impeding his progress towards, a slow, looping ball that David Marshall would have gotten to otherwise. It wasn't so bad, though...we all knew Henrik was going to win it for us, and he did -- with two final world-class goals in a Celtic shirt. Sadly, I missed the second due to the fact that I was paying rent on those two Guinnesses, but it's no matter. Henrik goes out on a high, and once again, Celtic wins a Double. Great morning, great season, great Celtic career for Henrik.
So, whether he heads off to Spain, to Italy, to Germany, or the Premier League, I think I speak for every Hoops supporter when I say I wish him absolutely nothing but the best, as long as his side doesn't meet Celtic in the Champions' League. :)
So, for the last time, Henrik..."Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart...and you'll never walk alone".
