Anyone ever been attacked for wearing Celtic gear

many moons ago while sitting in stanstead airport a group of about 6 guys all wearing rangers tops (think they were down for a Chelsea game) started giving abuse to 2 Irish boys, telling them to go back to there own country and * like that, so I stood up and walked over to the 2 boys and stood next to them and I was wearing a celtic t-shirt, so I said to the huns 'do you want to say anything to me ?
they just clamped up and looked into the pints they were drinking, probably because of the fact that my brother and his 2 mates were standing behind me.
turned out we were all on the same easyJet flight back up to Glasgow. one of my brothers pal (who is an absolute headcase) growled at them for the full hour flight.
they were * themselves.
probably still have night terrors to this day.

 

Aye growing up in Blantyre in the seventies and early eighties, for wearing Celtic top or singing Rebs on way home pished on Buckie, luckily I was 6 foot and 14 stone at 15 so a lot of huns got battered

 

Not Celtic gear, but been asked/told on more than one occasion to take my crucifix off.

Always asked if they wanted to try and take it off me? Never had any takers..

 

When I was about 19 had just finished a Saturday morning shift and standing at a bus stop between Airdrie and Coatbridge wearing the Cork City top. Orange band bus parked across the Road and started the abuse, I gave plenty back then a few got out and we were going for it on the main road after I hit one with my rolled up newspaper, took a good few digs

A few guys from the pub ran out and backed me up then the orange * were all ushered back on their bus by some big fat *.

A bit of a pasting in fairness but was totally buzzing after it, managed a few digs in myself.
Imagine setting about a young guy for a * Cork City tap!, shower of *.

 

Not Celtic but similar (funny) story...

Mate of mine (Nick - Arsenal fan) was living in London in the early 90s and went to a match at Chelsea with his Gooner mates. Arrived early at the pub and after numerous pints they headed off for Stamford Bridge. Somehow Nick gets separated from his chums and just follows the crowd into the ground. Finds himself standing with the Chelsea ultras at the wrong end. (He's wearing an Arsenal top under his jacket.)

No idea why he didn't backtrack and go find his own tribe, but he watches the whole game (rapidly sobering up) and not saying a word to anyone.

Anyway, it's nil, nil but in the final minute, Arsenal's David Rocastle gets brought down in the box and the ref points to the spot. This happens right in front of Nick and he leaps up roaring in jubilation.

About halfway through his leap of triumph, Nick remembered where he was, and somehow managed to change his celebration to fury - shouting at the ref with all the rest.

Then Rocastle misses the penalty and Nick is embraced in joy by all the ultras who now assume he's one of them.

And until he got out of the ground, he truly was.