IMAGINE: imagine there is no heaven, its easy if you try, no hell below us, above us only sky. John Lennon, mighty powerful huh. Hello, dia dhuit, welcome, and bienvienido to the much awaited and eagerly anticipated matchday number 33, you're all very welcome and you’ll be glad to know I’m only in rare form. I've waited an eternity it seems for this, the Hoops back on the big stage and bhoy oh bhoy we are. It’s like catching that early bus to school, no homework on Friday, and the last day of school, when you could wear what you like, all wrapped in one. The minds a powerful thing, been playing havoc with me head of late, it’s the whole Champions League thingy, I’m so over excited and giddy it makes for long sleepless nights of late. It’s hard to explain to someone who doesn’t follow a team, or support a club, or live and die on the sports field. Unfortunately Celtics not just that, it’s more, much more. Thankfully the Lennon Revolution has restored faith, honesty, charitable acts, and brought some glory back to this great club and institute. Dining tomorrow night at the Champions league table is only deserving to a man who is in my eyes a throwback to the great heroes and Celtic men of yesteryear. Lenny gets it, he understands it’s more than about kicking a piece of leather filled with air about on the park. The club has risen again, phoenix like, and all Hoops fans are excited as we embark on what maybe our greatest expedition of all tomorrow. WE'RE BACK!!
I know the Scottish League is poor and some of the teams are pish poor but it doesn’t matter and your argument about the Premiership doesn't wash with me - over half the teams in that league are average at best and aside from the top six, the rest are muckers, album fillers and yo-yo clubs. Anyways the Hoops return tomorrow, reminds me of the first time I learned the words to imagine by Mr. Lennon. It was back in the mid 80's in Joeys CBS and Joe Lynch had us for music class, a double every Monday afternoon from 2:00-3.20pm. It was longer than a week in jail, I only wish now I knew how good the class and man were. He wrote the words on the blackboard, we jotted it down in one of those hardback red covered books with black edges - they were 99p in Pride and Joy. You drew a margin with your ruler and wrote the day and date in the top corner. Joe Lynch was marvelous, he was a tough Clare man, roaring red hair and a face like a road map from hard living. He closed his eyes and sang to us boys in room 10 like he was in a smoke filled bar in Casablanca. He tickled the ivories and sang his heart out - no mean feat to young, cheeky, undeserving pups. I spent more time outside his room that year, he didn’t like me and I’m sorry for that. I never understood him or his passion as didn’t most of us spotty faces teenagers. I’m truly sorry for that, he was lost on us, it’s only now I wish I could turn the clock back or meet him for a pint and tell him. I don’t even know if he's alive or where he's living, but for some reason I'll raise a glass to him this afternoon. That is what Celtic and Champions League games does to me - it makes me appreciate the goodness in the world and turns back the clock to better days and times gone by. I’m sure we have all had them. Tomorrow we look forward and to better times ahead. Tomorrow is for the Celtic family, Neil Lennon, and all the boys out there who once heard John Lennon sing a Joe Lynch song in St. Josephs CBS many moons ago on a dark Monday afternoon. Joe lynch, if you’re out there, i hope someday you'll join us and the world will live as one...IMAGINE.. CMON THE HOOPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vaughan is originally from Dublin, Ireland and came to America to play college soccer at Central Connecticut State University. Vaughan graduated with a degree in Journalism, but now can be found most days at Vaughan's Public House in Hartford, CT.