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. It was also one of the toughest. Make no mistake, this is a huge Scottish Cup tie.
