This is the most important by miles, but the feeling of utter ecstasy when McDonald scored against them on Helicopter Sunday will never be beaten.
I’m married, I’ve got a daughter and even then I can’t honestly say hand on heart I’ve ever had an emotional high like I did when I seen those goals hit the net.
I'm on the telly, in the crowd, after Motherwell equalised - trying to tune my mobile phone's radio. No MW on phone, Radio Scotland on Radio Alba. Each week, 58/59 mins, Gaelic kak for half-hour, back to normal around the whistle.
Given my glass-almost-empty approach, even at 1-1 with injury time left I'm thinking of way they've dug out a win all season, Motherwell's record against them, likelihood game would go on until schools go back. Everyone else going mental, I'm twiddling with a radio, dreading them scrambling over the line, and am I giving them extra ammo on top of them getting a second by celebrating?
I hate them so much that was in my mind. So cautious and so hateful.
...then they gobbledygook goes back to the football and Motherwell score a 2nd. Cue smile for 3 days, utter ecstasy, walked up the road, shook hands with the Reverend Andrews.
Imagine an aerial picture of all those Bears, with all those smiles, and Marvin Andrews out the roof of the car in the middle. Massive smiles, tears of joy, stretching all the way down the road. Just beautiful. It's an experience that will live with me forever.
I don't think I'll smile for 3 days this time. It doesn't have that hero beats villain at the end.
But as soon as that 4th point is secured, it's party time anyway.
When cracks started showing in their season I went online one evening and found a big pile of Scottish papers from July, August and September. I stuck them on a cloud drive, just in case...
A full evening. Sometimes ASD/ADHD lunacy gets useful, and I tell you guys. These are f*cking GOLD!