Been some great one's in recent years with folk coming from all over the world for the Challenge Cup Final and so on, but when did you really have to suffer to get to the game?
Reckon my best one was coming out of the Western Infirmary on the Saturday morning during one of the Lambie promotion seasons to get collected by my dad. He was there to take me back to my flat, but I made him take me to Airdrie instead for the 1-1 game in whatever season it was. I was made to go in the main stand by the stewards because I was on crutches (nothing serious, or long-term), but after a few well placed offensive remarks, I quickly got myself told to move into the away end. Then had to hobble along the touchline to our end to hoots of derision from my pals, amidst a lot of pain.
Funnily enough, my dad didn't really ever go to games much then, but he does now.