When you are born in a Gallowgate flat into a Celtic family then it follows as night does day that you will be a Celtic supporter in some shape or form all of your lifetime.

During that lifetime your support can take many shapes and forms according to circumstances, but what stays forever the same is a love of Celtic and what the club stands for.

We often hear the term “the Celtic ethos” used in connection to Celtic and the word “ethos” comes from the Greek  meaning “character” and is defined as the disposition, character, or fundamental values peculiar to a specific person, people, culture, or movement.

The Ethos refers to the spirit which motivates the ideas and customs so we are talking about the spirit here.

However whereas the physical means of supporting Celtic can change according to personal circumstances the ethos or spirit that joins each supporter to the club and supporters to each other remains constant.

Thus it was that in my formative years along with my dad I started to watch Celtic from 1959 onwards. I remember the Scottish Cup semi and final defeats to St Mirren, (twice) Dunfermline and Rangers in the early sixties whilst a championship was a distant dream. I can remember as if it was yesterday Big Billy scoring the winner v Dunfermline in 1965 and his repeat v Vojvodina in 1967 and was lucky enough to watch The Lions and the start of the Quality Street Gang in the early Seventies. But family came along and I stopped both playing and going to games in their infant years.

Saturday was dreadful!

Long floaty hopeful balls to nowhere by the back four, half hearted runs into space and two teams who literally went 25 minutes in the second half without stringing more than 3 passes together.  Yes the game was dreadful.

Worryingly for Neil Lennon it was the 4^th such performance of a 5 game league start where the team have looked like they couldn’t care less, yet in European competition our performances have been a considerable level above.  After the Hibs performance I commented on twitter that they were rubbish and we were in a different class ton them, but some missed the point  (it’s difficult sometimes to explain a point in 140 characters).  I cannot recall Hibs passing the halfway line in the first half and only on one other occasion other than the goals do I remember them getting to our box in the whole game.  We were rubbish yet miles better than them and that is what I perceived the problem to be.  We were so much better than them that our players knew they didn’t need to try that hard to win.