My crowning moment was the league cup final October 71. Dad took me to it on a Celtic supporters bus where we got picked up at Renfrew cross. His mates were members of the bus. I remember all the adults were givin me 10p's and patting me on the head humouring me etc, singing their heads off obviously assuming it was going to be a canter for them.
On the return journey you could hear a pin drop, I had my jags scarf hanging out the window and the biggest smile imagineable but party pooper dad ordered me to get the scarf back inside the bus as he didn't think it would go down too well with the natives !