Tob Jag

I enjoyed watching this last night, (and I don't think its posted here yet). I cannot take credit for it but "Wee Neil" well done on your posting!

Hmmmm, harsh Remember the expectation that we were going to sign and get World Cup players from Cameroons but all because some issues with too many foreigners in the league we couldn't (I think I've abbreviated the problem but thats how I remembered it)

How about . . . . . Alfie Stamp? he was about 6ft 15ins tall, skinny and legs like an octopus collecting the ball. I think he was from New Zealand ? ( bought/transfer from Queens Park) when I was a ball boy. Definitely played with reserves. Anyone old enough to remember 1970's

Where are the video highlights? It'd be good to watch 'him' as where we were in JHS we were totally convinced he'd not given goal and they were just looking silly celebrating. His body language looked as if he was standing still and indicating a free kick. and another thing, what about the players all stopping at city end in front of JH Stand to give the throw in that both the 'officials' missed. Damned good sports are our lads! and another thing, What a blooming stupid rule when their keeper doesn't have to leave pitch from an injury especially when our lad had to restart match from centre line all from same 'incident'!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

Absolutely Brilliant

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fheH4_Q3Jxo Britton is nicknamed 'The King of Spain' by the Firhill faithful which is believed to come from fans copying the adulation of Celtic supporters calling Henrik Larsson 'The King of Kings'. Quote: The Scotsman

I am positive there's a Championship party going on somewhere where Dad will be enjoying it. He would have been so proud Forever and Ever Neil

Will it be on Ya Tube later?

Thanks for that!

Hmmmm, could that mean their "pre contract" signings this week might not be completed???

Wish I hadn't read this thread as it brought back terrible memories . . . . . Who all remembers going into the boozer on the way to a Brockville match in the early 80's(?) with flashing lights in the window, tables everywhere, pi$h drink and an old hag of a stripper appearing from ladies loo and trying to dance through the tables. Scarred for life I was Then once inside the stadium the fans changing ends at half-time 'on the pitch or track', exchanging the usual pleasantries Mon ra Jags!!! :fan:

I'm a wee bit older and a tune from 70's which I always loved . . . . I can picture folk like Molly Stalin and Scott Symon standing at the tunnel (The Old Main Tunnel) and the team running out to this. Happy memories but this year will live with folks for ever. Shame my Dad isn't here to see Archies success but I'm sure my he is looking down and enjoying every bit.

I remember many years ago (when I was a boy) I went to see Thistle play at Fir Park and Bobby Watson struck the ball wide of the right hand post and into the terracing skelping a person. He ran off the pitch and over to make sure the person was ok and called either the physio or someone over to check them out. My memory was that he was off the pitch for a while showing concern for the person. Nowadays the ref would book him for leaving the pitch blah blah. Bobby Watson was one of the gents in football.

Thank you to everyone who came to Dads funeral yesterday or sent apologies or messages of support sharing in what was a “Celebration of his life”. I was glad colours were visible and I know both mum and Morag were happy as ‘The Jags’ and Firhill was a huge part of his life hence the ‘Red & Yellow’ flowers. (The undertaker even had a Thistle plaque put on the coffin). I guess some of you half expected Dad to walk across the front of the church with Hymn numbers displayed on the Half-time Draw board or Tommy Taylor might even have expected Dad to pop up with a camera to get a picture of who was there in the crowd. If Funerals can be good I think yesterday was a good and fitting farewell and helped us cope. We even had a few in attendance from a wee third division club from Govan and the good old fashioned past-time of ‘H*n-baiting’ was alive and kicking at the tea afterwards. Watching Robert Reid in action playing his part in commiserating with them and trying to get them to seek forgiveness and offered them the opportunity to repent and see the error of their ways was fun. One part of the Eulogy we felt we couldn’t ask the minister to read out, you will be pleased (although not surprised) that in keeping with our song. . . “If you want to go to Heaven when you die, You must wear a Thistle Scarf and Thistle Tie.” Well, my Dad had both his scarf and his tie and just to make sure he wore his lapel badge. Now then, I cannot afford any more hankies so let’s get this First Division Championship sorted and the Ramsden Cup and we’ll all be happy! Neil McHaffie RIP Dad

Thanks “Little Miss Jag” for putting this thread on. Dad passed away peacefully on Sunday night and although we were preparing ourselves for the moment it has been quite a blow to us all. Many of the Firhill Family have been in touch and we are grateful to them for their comments and support. Dad attended his first Thistle match in 1934 when at a very early age, (4), he knew there was only “One Team in Glasgow!” As “Brian” says my Dad will be remembered amongst other things as the main man running the (St Andrews Ambulance Corp), First Aid Team attending first team matches (and the reserve matches). Yes he saw our team through the good times and those ‘less-good’ and in those seventy-eight years his emotional resilience must have been tested to the extreme. He was accepted into the Firhill Family and he even got invited to sit in the old dug-out with Jackie Husband and/or Willie Ross rather than freeze in the enclosure at those reserve matches. My first trip to a match with my Dad was in the very early 70’s and before long Dad was asked if I had a pair of football boots. No, you’ll not find my name on the playing staff as I didn't get a match I was a ball-boy. When I grew too big to fit inside the ball boys kit I briefly relocated to ‘The Shed’ but decided before long to join Dads First Aid Team and spent many, many happy years attending home matches with him, carrying the corner of an occasional stretcher. However I preferred travelling on the North-West bus to away matches rather than see the reserves. Firhill has always been like a second home to my Dad with his second family being there so here's one particular story about a member of that family who also was a famous ‘Scotland No1’ (aka Scruffie) regularly borrowed many a 2p coin after home matches from Dad so Scruffie could phone his wife to tell her he was ok and would be heading home soon, xxx. There are many happy memories and I’m sure there will be some more happy memories recollected and shared on Monday at his funeral. Thank you for all your comments. Neil McHaffie . . . . . . . . . . . RIP Dad