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  1. Very sad to hear the passing away of one of my first schoolboy crushes today; Alexandra Bastedo best known as Sharon McCready from the Champions at aged 67. I had mentioned in her an article for SITB #3. For those of a similar age who have not read the article and like to reminisce here it is below but it will make you feel old though. You know you’re getting older when . . . Your seat on the supporters bus is getting progressively nearer the front When you can remember, when a player’s Dad played for the Jags You can recall names of the ‘71 League cup winning team but can’t recall where you parked the car You can’t wait til half time to pee and not because you’ve been in the pub before the game. You can travel by public transport to away games cheaper than using the supporters bus. You can remember the last time there was a decent pie served at Firhill You have been to more than ten grounds in Scotland that no longer exist. You can remember Scotland getting to the World Cup Finals. You had a perm in the 70’s. You can remember when Scotland only had two divisions. You remember Alpine ginger and thought it was the bee’s knees You use terms like bee’s knees The strip you wore as a boy is now retro. You had a thing for Alexandra Bastedo in your schooldays. You remember why you preferred Old Thistle over Auld Thistle You’re quite happy to sing Maryhill is Wonderful but too embarrassed to sing Mary fae Maryhill. You remember getting lifted over the turnstile as a kid ( and are glad you don’t have to lift over some of the fat kids going about now.) You can recall the smell of the foundry as you came down from Panmure Street When someone posts an old photo of Firhill and you’re in it. When you were the legal age to drink out of a beer can with Alan Rough’s wife on it. When the forum becomes more addictive than porn. When you refer to a throw-in as a shy When You Find It Hard To Read This Size of Text
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