Ah comfae Craigneuk and ma old man was a Cel'ic man. Probably season 74-75 when I was 7\8 he'd take me on the Cel'ic Wishy bus to Parkheid one week and down to Fir Park the next for a Motherwell game. There was something magical in making that walk doon the Bee Hive Brae towards Fir Park. More so for a kid for an evening match when you could make out the glare of the floodlights even fae Craigneuk. Getting closer to the grun and being lifted over and then scrambling up the bing to get to the top of the terracing and taking in the view afore ye will never be forgotten. All you could see was a lush green carpet (Boyle take note) of a playing surface spectaculary lit. A warm, fuzzing feeling inside without the use of a porn mag - amazing.
Walking to the games, ah remember thinking I couldn't understand people going about their daily lives when there was a game kicking off in an hour's time. How could they be wasting their time doing mundane things like going shopping, to the pub or staying in?
Realised I was a Dosser probably in the '75 semi-final against Airdrie. Not knowing all the nuances of fitba, all I gathered from my 7 year old reading of the Record was something to do with Rennie, 4 steps and a free-kick. It didn't make sense.
Ma old man definately realised I was lost to "the cause" when he couldn't get tickets for the '76 3rd round game against Cel'ic so we went up to King George's Parks and heard the game on the radio. 2-0 down but I didn't give up hope. When the 3rd goal went in for a famous win, you could have seen ma smile fae Fir Park tae the Maracana. Gie ma old man his due, he allowed me to make my own decision about it cos I know plenty OF faithers who widney let their boy support anything other than the so-called big two. To top it off that season ma maw got me ma first fitba tap, course it was 20 sizes too big for me and went doon o'er ma knees but far as I was concerned, I WAS Wullie Pettigrew every time ah pulled it on. Number 8 will always have a special fascination for me on a fitba shirt.
First time I cried over a result of course was the semi defeat against Rangers. JPR Gordon, Newport-on-Tay never forgotten or forgiven.
Blood, sweat & tears is all you can be sure of as a Dosser but once the magic is in you, you'll never give it up.