What a calamity for the Bairns, but I temper my sympathy.
I had occasion, twice, to go undercover into the gazebo end as it was. I wore my Scotland rugby jersey to be incognito.
I sat amongst them, I bit my lip as I listened to an ever ending delivery of "Huns" and "Orange bastards" through the 90 minutes.
From a much earlier l point of view, I was visiting relatives in Falkirk approaching the turn of the new year in1974.
We, that is to say, the gentleman of the gathering, went to Brockville, as the ladies done their thing.
As a 15 year old Rangers fan who had no real interest in the game, other than it being a contest, I couldn't help hearing the songs from the terracing.
I was behind the goal (to the right of the main stand as I viewed it), as late in the proceedings, a few drunk and happy guys were singing The Cry and the Sash.
Were they Falkirk fans? I presumed so as no one objected and it seemed to suit the mood of the terracing.
As I say. I was delighted by my first encounter with Falkirk fans, but not so years later.
The denoumont of this story is that nearly 40 years later, I really don't give a monkey's about the pygmies of our game who actually, incredibly, thought that Rangers fans didn't really love Rangers.
We showed to them the folly of that misguided and delusional state of mind.
RANGERS FC, SCOTLAND'S NATIONAL CLUB.