Nothing as exciting or romantic as some of the stories here, but anyway...
I wasn't much of football fan as we'd moved down south when I was a boy and none of the big London teams appealed to me. I used to go and watch Brentford from time to time, and their size appealed to me, especially the banter there was amongst the fans...
To cut the tedious parts out the story, I met and was pursuing a Scottish girl, who's brother lived on Firhill Road, in the flats near the stadium. Fiona told me that he used to go there sometimes, so in an effort to pal up with her bro and further ingratiate myself, I obtained tickets. Turned out that not being interested in sport, she'd got it wrong, and he was a fan of the warriors...
On my return to London, I was getting pelters from some of my pals in my pipe band (especially one from Hamilton), but being thrawn, I found myself defending the Jags. So I bought a shirt online from Greaves sport, and next time I was up I went (on my own) to to a game, at the end of August 08, when St.Johnstone got pumped 4-0 as I recall. As they say, that was me... So not as many downs for me as some, but not the glorious highs either. Still I'm as proud as anyone of my team, and on match there aren't many that stay closer.