I was actually referring to two teams (or whatever) who were playing one another. If 'gers is your team, then there is little prospect of them meeting Celtic, certainly not so frequently, in the near future.
And, just out of interest, two of my Dylan acquaintances are good, not say close, friends and they kick with different feet. One of my abiding memories is taking a meal with them at a Dylan convention in Manchester. The banter between them, jocular and good-hearted but cutting, was priceless. I think it was the first time mrs twm had met them and, coming from that fine city as she does, she ached with laughter by the end. I wish I could have bottled the jokes, the biting repartee, the quick wit and the underlying "edge" to it all. The roaring from everyone at the table marked a great evening.
Here's ny contribution. Many, many years ago, it was a Saturday and I was on a bus from Glasgow City Centre heading out of town. The bus stopped near Parkhead and there was a bit of a commotion upstairs. This was just before lunchtime. The noise was a drunken Celtic supporter coming down the stairs to get off. He was so drunk that he was banging off the sides of the stairs as he came down. Eventually, he appeared at the bottom, on the platform, dressed in the full regalia - green white stripes everywhere, head to toe. As he stood on the platform to get off, there was a vertical pole ahead of him, exactly half-way between the sides of the bus doors, which had now opened. He brought himself up and looked ahead of him. Which side of the pole to go? It was a difficult decision. He swayed, leaned forward, tried to concentrate, made his decision and lunged forward. He missed the pole and all but fell off the bus. Realising he managed to get off, he brought himself to his full height and gave a roar of triumph before stumbling a bit more. Then, ahead of him, he saw a bar or pub. Another challenge! He drew himself up, assessed his ability against the distance to get to it and the width of its entrance and proceeded to zig-zagged his way across the pavement. After repeating his escapade with the pole on the bus, he entered the bar at last, presumably to celebrate his success in getting there in the first place.
Not a particularly funny story but the 'gers supporter immediately asked, "Was he followed behind by a wee boy?" I just fell about laughing. What a great line!