or the Gillie book

emerged past the vast rhododendron bushes outside dens and first port of call was in the provie rd end and a transfer into the enclosure,what a noise could bang out from the stand,the loudest must of been the s/cup replay against the hibs,the noise of thousands of feet stamping.

Onto the derry years where you cut your teeth on a grease filled pie ,watching archie mcpherson fall aff the gantry ladder,the whaft of passing pipe/cigar smoke,standing on the bridge at Easter rd trying to work out whether it was dundee or hibees getting chanted,il no make that mistake again.

The Sunday Scottish cup days where huge away crowds were at pittodrie/ibrox,watching rangers fans invade the pitch at dens when we were giving them a doing,thumping the celtic infact doing the old firm over on many an occasion in the days when we just never rolled over as an acceptance of defeat.

the train specials,pc chindrop and his side kick wifie wi the leather gloves,wee taffy evens(rip) standing on the markinch /dunfermline platform waiting for the train switch as the rangers train pulled away only to be hit in the pussss by a flying tin of lager bursting his nose,he never even blinked,picked it up wiped the blood aff his nose and shouted cheers lads derry rule ya bass.

oh and finally the days when the only utd on the top team league balls was ayr utd,thats right the self proclaimed world famous never even made the cut to get their name on the top selling scottish playground balls of the era.