Behind Enemy Lines

The Thornton Suite was busy as kick off time approached. Danny Swan finished his food, feeling a little bit awkward as his boss had vanished to the toilet, leaving him on his own at a table of strangers. He hadn’t expected the invite to the game, especially as there were no Celtic fans officially allowed into Ibrox on this bright April day. His boss had warned him to remain incognito and to tell no one he was a Celtic fan...