As a young bear I watched many a game against them at their end because I couldn't get a ticket for the Rangers end. I was in the manky end at the 1969 Hampden SCF for the same reason...I left that game at half-time.
The game where John Greig ran up the park and scored while the bheasts were surrounding the ref protesting for a penalty I don't know how I managed to restrain myself from jumping for joy. Bottles whizzed past my head as they smashed into their own lot, fuckin mental, I think this was the last time I went in their end as I was genuinely concerned about my safety.