The Taiwan Celts are chiseled directly out of the mythical Lin San Bei Lu mountains, which tower above the sea of clouds in the valley of the Tigers that lies in the heart of Taiwan.
Those good enough to make the elite Taiwan Celts men’s and women’s teams train for well over 365 mins in all the ancient arts of Gaelic football and evasion tactics behind enemy lines, in particular the oppositions half-forward line. Our boots put in over 93,000 hours of kicking practise to ensure that our quality goal kicking is second to none and after we rescue kittens out of trees and help little old ladies across the road with their shopping we settle down with a pint of the black stuff and write hit tunes such as, “Are we all happy…”
It is our unrelenting dedication to excellence and dragon slaying that makes us a super-power in the Gaelic Games universe, but what is a team of super-heroes without a nemesis? For lately we have grown hungry and restless for battle, so how convenient is it that once again the time draws near for the Asian Gaelic Games and a chance for us to prove our worth in the bars and pubs of Singapore.
For no other Team will be left standing after the last glass is drained and the last draft drunk except the Celts, we will come, drink, sing and conquer; failing that our women will retain the Bowl, which they won so valiantly in last year’s championship, God Bless the Women.
Led by our fearless captains Ronan and Rachael we will take to the Polo grounds in Singapore on our Connemara ponies and ride like the wind to victory.