A Shot at Glory2000
I've been reading a lot of David and Goliath stories in the paper this week. If I were a reporter it'd be my angle too. It has a nice ring about it - except the ring of truth. In that match-up one side had a sword, the other a stone. In this version we both use the same weapon. This [holds up a football] is what we play with, lads. And whoever wants it the more will win.
[opening narration] Scotland didn't invent football, but we'll take a back seat to no one in our passion for the game. With 40 professional teams in a country of 5 million, football is as much a part of the national fabric as single malt and bad weather. Some say it's a religion. If so, there are two denominations in this church: Celtic and Rangers. One Catholic, one Protestant. Us and them, the forces of evil and darkness, known collectively as The Old Firm. There may be no rivalry in all of football to match theirs, maybe not in all of sports. For over a century, their players have bashed heads on the field, their supporters off it. Together, they've dominated the game, and won the Scottish Cup more than all the other teams put together. But this is not a story about Celtic and Rangers. There's not enough lager in all the pubs in Glasgow to do it justice in a single sitting. Besides, only a fool would try to get it right. But any story about football in this land is colored by their rivalry. Whatever your team, big or small, football in Scotland isn't a matter of life or death, it's more important.