As an 18 year old I attended Ibrox to watch Souness's new Rangers revolution narrow the pitch and put the mighty Dynamo Kiev to the Sword.
The Magnificent one had appealed to the fans to be the 12th man and we didn't let him down.
In the 35 years that followed id always held that night as the bench mark for atmospheres at Ibrox, it would never be toppled, nothing would come close
Parma and Aberdeen 8 in a row tried hard but ultimately failed
It would always be Kiev 87.
Holy fuq
How wrong was I.
Last Thursday said hold my beer.
I'm now 53 and I can honestly say that 4 days on, I am still on an emotional high, RBL is the greatest atmosphere and occasion I have ever experienced - anywhere
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Ibrox was a Living Breathing mythical Beast. It roared like a wild animal, we were its voice and its breath, van Bronckhorst its Brain and our team was its beating heart.
20mins before the game started, our fans were in full voice and the stands were packed in anticipation, you could feel the electricity
Then wee Jimmy's video appeared on the Screen and both sets of fans stood and applauded for what seemed an age. But the applause didn't tire and continued and grew louder and louder fair play to the RBL fans.
Then the wonderful Tifo as the Gladiators entered the Arena to do battle. And the noise from the stands as they did was exceptional.
The crowd were magnificent
The silence, as short as it was was impeccable.
During the match I roared, clapped and sang, I laughed and Cried my eyes out. I hugged and kissed random strangers as Tav buried Ryan's cross, of course it was a cross.
At the second goal my legs almost gave way as I tried to stand, I was a wreck.
It was as if my brain was saying, you've two choices, scream or stand, your not doing both.
Then I began to hyperventilate, strangers asking if I was OK, I was just an emotional mess
F*ck knows what was happening to me
EUPHORIA most likely.
When the Scouse Viking hit home I just sat and burst into tears with my head in my Hands, sobbing uncontrollably like a big Jessie .
My 14 year old haulded me to my feet and I hugged him so hard we almost osmosed, we were in a father/son eye of the storm amid surrounding carnage.
The rest of the match was a blur of noise and confusion, the Lundstram song that followed was the loudest thing I've ever heard.
Deafening
I could actually feel the Copland stand tremor and move as the bears sang their hearts out with one voice and roared on their heroes.
I looked down to the Right and could see my Parents who are in their mid 70s hugging in the Sandy Jardine front - Glorious
Never again will my answer be Kiev 1987.
Thursday was f*cking dynamite, a once in a life time experience
It's taken 35 years to replace Kiev 87
I dont think I'll live to see or experience a match at Ibrox like that ever again
Nothing at Ibrox will ever compare to last Thursday.
It was the perfect storm
It was sensational
Oh Rangers we love you.