Hi all, new member, 1st post, be gentle with me....
I’d like to share my 1980 cup final story with you, things were different back then, even given the riot that followed there was a mutual respect, so much so that, my uncle, a 13 year old me and my 14 year old bother piled into my uncles Austin maxi, stopping on the way to pick up his Rangers supporting mate and this son, so there was the 5 of us, 3 decked out in green and white 2 in red white and blue, chattering excitedly on the way to Hampden (it was my 1st old firm game) parking up in one of the streets out side the stadium, his mate gave up a pound each for a poke of sweeties, we set off to our respective ends of the old ground, I remember it was a scorching hot day, the Celtic end was uncovered terracing, it wasn’t a particularly great game, but when the goal when in, all I remember was I couldn’t see or breathe for the enormous cloud of red ash that rose up due to the celebrations, after the final whistle my uncle grabbing us both by the scruff of the neck to stop my brother and I from going onto the pitch, the scenes that followed the cavalry charges with batons flaying, the pitch awash with thrown bottles.....the drive home was strangely subdued, with hardly a word spoken.......it’s was my 1st ......and last old firm game