Not the same but when we won the league at tannadice 90 when Trever Steven scored . Was only 14 and cops kicked me out right at the end once we won and everybody was celebrating . Ran round and got into Rangers endI'd be recognised by someone no doubt, but it's so hard. I got recognised in the Dundee Utd end at Tannadice once and advised just to sit quiet and I'd be ok.
how did you manage to get in their directors boxStay well away from ever going in with them.
You will definitely regret it.
I was in the hibs end when Souness got sent off in his first game. I was desperate to see it, you can never relax.
Was also in the directors box at the piggery when we won 0-1 and more or less confirmed 9 in-a-row. I cannot describe the pain they were in, only me, the misses and our directors giving it large at the final whistle but over all another horrible experience.
I can understand it when the games were not on tv but nowadays you would need to be off your nut to do something like this, especially now that stadiums are all seated.
Get this idea in the bin.
No way I could do it.
Met a bird at dancing and was seeing her , turned out she's a pap but hot ( uncle once said they're for practicing on son ) . Any way got invited to a family doo , night before we played them at Ibrox . Talking about the game , and they were talking about where to watch it . I said i was going , how did you get a ticket ? One asked .'I said I've a season ticket . Was told to leave and as they say that was that
Don't worry if we score, just celebrate as normal. They will tell you 'just support your team son' according to Graham Spiers.
Through my misses business at the time, we got invited by Scottish Brewers. The bit I always remember was going back into the lounge after the final whistle and bobby lennox was entertaining some of that lot at the table behind us. One of them asked him how he felt, he said most defeats or bad performances didn’t bother him too much but today he was absolutely gutted.how did you manage to get in their directors box
Was in the Celtc end of the main stand at Hampden for the 1969 SCF. Place was full of priests, I think they got in for nothing at that time.
you would beNever in a million years.
I'd rather sit in the middle of a tramps' circle wank.
Was a bit different back in those days for the Guys up North. I remember our bus being in Auchterarder, quick stop for Fish & Chips or bevy depending on your age, in rolls a bus of smellys from the East Coast and a bit of a stand off develops, in rolls another bus of smellys and the East Coasters get very bold till they realise it's a bus from the same town as us, our mates and they were siding with us, skirmish over!!Even that was fucking mental.
Everyone on a supporters bus knows each other. A strange face would stick out a mile.
Likewise, sitting next to a guy who we met in the Enclosure the very next week.Been in their end twice mid eighties, couldn’t do it now, plus don’t own a Palestinian flag.
I'm sure you could just walk round to the Rangers end in those days?One of my dad’s favourite stories he tells is the time he had to go in the Celtic end at a scf in the 70s. He went to the match with 2 of his pals one a time and one a united fan. They had 3 tickets 1 for the neutral section and 2 for behind the goal in their end.
Anyway the Arab would go in the Celtic end so with 1 min till kick off my dad said %^*& it I’m not missing the game.
He then describes it as the most uncomfortable experience of his life. This was in the days when everyone took in carry outs and everyone was pished. His heart sank every time that lot went near our goal cause he’d have those smelly bastards jumping all over him and if he wasn’t celebrating they’d wonder why the %^*& not. Same when Rangers are on the attack he’s willing us to score but at the same time fearful that he just wouldn’t be able to not go mental like we all do anytime we score against them.
Thankfully for him it ended up 0-0 and he lived to fight another day but in his words never fucking ever will I do that again!