I absolutely loved being in the old shed when we played against the old filth. Sure, we were outnumbered 5 to 1, but we always made ourselves heard and showed those bottom feeders that we were there, and that whatever they threw at us we could take it and give at least as much back. I loved singing "Baxter's a Hippy", "F*ck yer Harry..." "Who put the ball in the R*angers net..." etc etc.
In fact, come Saturday night, when Thistle Old and New come together, I might just be tempted to break out............
in a cold sweat!