Hey, sports fans! Mr. Ronald is sliding into your screen with some sizzling news hotter than a Champions League final under floodlights! Glasgow’s green-and-white gladiator, James Forrest, has just done the unthinkable — and in pure Celtic style. Let’s set the scoreboard on fire!
After four and a half decades sitting unchallenged in Celtic’s history books, the legendary Bobby Lennox’s trophy haul record has finally been toppled. And who’s the man who climbed that mighty mountain? None other than James Forrest — a winger so smooth, he could dribble through a hurricane.
Now, let’s break it down, Mr. Ronald style. Bobby Lennox, part of the hallowed Lisbon Lions, was Celtic royalty — 25 trophies shimmering on his resume. It was a mark so fierce that even generations of Parkhead heroes looked at it like Everest — admirable, but untouchable. Until now. James Forrest has laced up those legendary boots and added a shiny 24th and 25th piece to his own war chest, and then — boom! — the 26th came along, crowning him King of the Hoops in terms of silverware. History rewritten, folks.
But get this — Forrest didn’t just stumble backward into greatness like a lucky bounce off the crossbar. No, sir. He’s been the man for ALL seasons. Injuries? He juked past them. Manager changes? He danced around them with the footwork of a samba master. New signings trying to take his spot? Forrest just turned up the heat and made sure the jersey always belonged to him.
Since making his debut back in 2010, Forrest has been Mr. Consistency for Celtic. Be it under Lennon, Deila, Rodgers, or Postecoglou — name a coach, and James has made them look smarter just by being on the pitch. He’s not the loudest guy in the room — not your headline-chaser — but his football? Pure poetry. Whether it’s charging down the wing, threading the impossible pass, or smashing home the crucial goal — Forrest brings that big-match energy, day in and day out.
You want moments? I’m talking about Scottish Cup winners, League Cup final dazzlers, title-clinching masterclasses. James Forrest is the definition of “clutch.” The phrase ‘Celtic through and through’ might as well have his face next to it.
And let’s not forget: in an era when loyalty is often as rare as a referee’s apology, Forrest stayed true. While others took the money trail south or across Europe, James kept his heart firmly at Paradise. Why? Because some legends don’t chase the game — they define it.
So, here’s to James Forrest — the quiet assassin, the winger with turbo-charged boots, and now, officially, Celtic’s all-time trophy titan.
The records are his, the banners will rise, and that sweet Parkhead roar will tell future generations: James Forrest owned the moment. And folks, with the way he’s still gliding past defenders, who’s saying he’s even done yet?
Question time, my football family — where does Forrest rank among Celtic’s greats in YOUR eyes? Hit me up with your GOAT lists below!
Until next time, sports fans — keep the passion blazing and the dreams sky-high!
– Mr. Ronald
