If a wee one won't watch football on TV it's not clever to take them to a game. Not fair on them or you. Won't understand what it's about, bored stupid after 10 minutes.
So they ask to go to the toilet. Half an hour in it's the pie stall and you go because they're doing your nut in. Of course they had sweets and juice when they came in so they have one bite and chuck it. Fiver burnt.
Half-time comes, out comes Broxi and there's a bit of interest, then as soon as the second-half starts it's like weans in a car on a drive to England. "How long to go? Is it nearly done yet? I'm bored."
Dad took me to see Rangers Reserves at Cappielow when I was 4. No interest. Bored stupid. At least there were barriers to swing on and a big terrace to run about. At Ibrox they've got to sit down. Drives them up the wall.
First games on TV that interested me were the highlights of the 1981 Scottish and English Cup Final Replays. Not the first game on the Saturday though. Was 6 and could only sit through highlights.
Went to a full game at Ibrox a year later and that just seemed right. Had enough understanding by then so was immediately captivated.
