Johnnie Lambie's Regular Army
My Dad, in addition to being a brilliant composer, superb clarinetist and senior academic, could also have been a great sports writer from what I can tell. So I thought I'd share this report with you.
For reference, John Lambie and Chico are two of Partick Thistle's most cherished legends.
"Hi Michael,
Went to Firhill for Kenny Arthur's testimonial the other night - pies just a s bad as ever - Thistle XI, lots of old crocks as subs v. Celtic XI of young, fit, ambitious lads. 2nd half, with Lambie guesting in the dugout, Charnley arrives, wobbles his ample belly around a few shimmies, delivers some good passes, some awful ones and some which would have been great if anyone else had seen what he saw, Early on he's involved in a a gentle wee scrum with 3 young Celts and staggers out, clutching his hands to his face: Celts look aghast, stock still staring at him, whereupon Chico takes his hands away and runs off giggling -Thistle support falls about, young Celts with big red faces.
With 5 minutes to go, Celtic lead 2-1, Thistle have the ball on the edge of the penalty box, the ball goes to Charnley, he leans to one side a bit, shapes to flick a wee pass, then - no back lift at all - the ball goes like an artillery shell past the goalie, who is grateful
he stayed out of the way, (or would have been if he'd seen it).
General scenes of adoration, some claim to hear "Ah tellt ye! Ah tellt ye!" coming from the Celtic dugout...."
For reference, John Lambie and Chico are two of Partick Thistle's most cherished legends.
"Hi Michael,
Went to Firhill for Kenny Arthur's testimonial the other night - pies just a s bad as ever - Thistle XI, lots of old crocks as subs v. Celtic XI of young, fit, ambitious lads. 2nd half, with Lambie guesting in the dugout, Charnley arrives, wobbles his ample belly around a few shimmies, delivers some good passes, some awful ones and some which would have been great if anyone else had seen what he saw, Early on he's involved in a a gentle wee scrum with 3 young Celts and staggers out, clutching his hands to his face: Celts look aghast, stock still staring at him, whereupon Chico takes his hands away and runs off giggling -Thistle support falls about, young Celts with big red faces.
With 5 minutes to go, Celtic lead 2-1, Thistle have the ball on the edge of the penalty box, the ball goes to Charnley, he leans to one side a bit, shapes to flick a wee pass, then - no back lift at all - the ball goes like an artillery shell past the goalie, who is grateful
he stayed out of the way, (or would have been if he'd seen it).
General scenes of adoration, some claim to hear "Ah tellt ye! Ah tellt ye!" coming from the Celtic dugout...."