The ball was out for a throw-in and I was lingering near the touchline. A rather angry chap in the stands aimed a rather charming insult at me that I couldn’t repeat in a family newspaper.
Seconds later the guy’s son – who was about seven – repeated the very same insult and I clocked it, expecting the kid to get a bit of a telling off.
But got a pat on his back from his dad instead! I haven’t forgotten that less-than-friendly welcome at Tynecastle that day and Celtic should be expecting a similarly hostile atmosphere this lunchtime.
Despite the stick, it was a place I always enjoyed going to – perhaps because I never lost. The charged up atmosphere only motivated us more and it was always one of the games you looked forward to.
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