My First Big Day With a Camera If you asked me to pick one day that set me off down the road of being a photojournalist, it would have to be that one back in the 80s when I found myself at Barrowfield, Celtic’s training ground in Glasgow’s East End. I was there with nothing more than my trusty old camera, a head full of nerves, and the excitement of a supporter who couldn’t quite believe his luck. Now, don’t get me wrong — this wasn’t me turning up as some big-shot photographer. I was just starting out. My “gear bag” was basically a second-hand camera that probably weighed more than me, and enough rolls of film to bankrupt a paperboy. Still, I was there, and that was enough. And then it happened. My very first assignment: photographing Celtic manager Billy McNeill and Paul McStay. Honestly, I nearly dropped the camera just thinking about it. Billy, the greatest captain in Celtic history, and Paul, who was not only the beating heart of the team but also my favourite player. I reme...
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