I can probably claim to have been the last person admitted to the stand that day.
In these days there were no tickets for the stand and it was first come, first served. I just squeezed in at about 1.30pm and they closed the stand turnstiles immediately after that.
I was glad I got in to the stand, for the terracing was in some parts quite dangerous. We could have won the League the week before in Edinburgh but lost to Hearts, and everyone said that it was all done deliberately to win the game at Celtic Park. (Sounds a bit familiar that, does it not?)
Chris Morris, of all people, scored early, and the game against Dundee was a bit dull because we were all waiting for the final whistle, but there were two good goals in the second half from Andy Walker within a minute of each other.
The raising of scarves at the Celtic End reminded me of a venetian blind opening, funnily enough! Just near the end, the sun came out (it had been overcast up till then) and a lady beside me said this was because God was a Celtic supporter.
It was certainly a great day to be alive.
David Potter
Your memories of Celtic’s crazy Birthday Party, winning the league in 1988
