I have mentioned in a posting or two, growing up as Partick Thistle supporter in Maryhill, a short walk from the ground.
My dad was a Celtic supporter and worked as a British Rail sleeping car attendant, on the Kings Cross - Aberdeen overnight train.
Consequently, he was frequently away from home and late 1960s, dad was happy when my uncle, an avid Thistle fan, offered safe passage to watch the Jags play at Firhill.
First game versus Aberdeen and that was that, basically.
How many of your good selves were so enthralled and captivated by similar first experience, especially as a youngster, there was no way back!!!
There's talk of greatest team performances ever.
Nothing can surpass what happened when I stood on the Hampden terraces this day.
Dalglish's Celtic were unbeatable, invincible.
We stood no chance, it was only a question of how many they would score.
Couple of Maryhill schoolmates and myself ended up amongst mostly Celtic fans, one of whom arrives late, when we had scored the two early goals.
'What's the score', he asks.
'It's 2-0', he's told.
We immediately score the third.
'Ach, that'll make a game of it then', he surmises.
