Nobby
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- Sep 29, 2007
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Berwick Rangers - cos they're in England!
(and technically still at war with Prussia, I think).
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Berwick Rangers - cos they're in England!
(and technically still at war with Prussia, I think).
Partick Thistle.
Because they're the Glasgow club that isn't Celtic or Rangers..
...and I like the Red & Yellow stripes.
It's always been Queens Park for me. Not that visiting their ground would inspire me. It's mainly because I grew up in Queens Park and my school played in the same colours.
Cowdenbeath and Arbroath are both local rivals of my Scottish team, Montrose Nil FC as l call them. All three teams have been cannon fodder for pretty much as long as l can remember.
Last season though, for pretty much the first time in anyone's living memory, Montrose won promotion. I've no idea why l chose Montrose, probably because it was quite a pleasant sounding name, and as l understand it, it's a pleasant little town with a nice harbour. One day l'll go up and see them play.
Footnote, big Doug Rougvie was player manager at Montrose from 1990 until 1992.
Similar reason for me - I used to pore over the results section in the Sunday papers and Cowdenbeath always seemed to lose and it was always in front of about 300 fans. My soft spot for them increased when I discovered their nickname is The Blue Brazil. I'm hoping to fulfil a lifetime ambition this season by going to see them - I'm pencilling in the game against Queen's Park in November.
I'm not into any of that sectarian ****, but I became quite an avid armchair Rangers fan during their 1993 Champions League campaign and followed them during Gazza's years up there. Still always look for their result, but nothing more. Suppose they'd still have to be my Scottish team.
Queens Park used to be strictly an amateur club - Do you know if that is still the case ?
Partick Thistle. Was born just down the road from Firhill. Dad started taking me from the age of 5 and lifted me over the turnstiles til the age of 12 (handful of coppers passed across the grille to turnstile guy) at which point I had to gently point out to him that I was about five foot tall and it was getting to be a bit of a squeeze. We did then try experimenting with me crawling UNDER the turnstiles, but this was soon deemed to be a bit of a non-starter, mainly on account of the accumulated puddles that were a feature for most of the year. Was a bit of a mixed blessing shortly after when dad knackered his knee playing non league football and could barely walk. So me (and my brother) were allowed to to travel the length and breadth of Scotland watching The Maryhill Magyars, on trains jam-packed with Auld Firm fans. They'd pat us on the head and give us sweeties. Was a pretty carefree time, and even more economical than being lifted over the turnstiles. Dad worked for the railways so we got issued with Privilege Tickets for free train travel. Plus we swiftly became adroit at loitering outside the ground an hour before kick-off and getting complimentary tickets off the Thistle players - who appeared to be given handfuls of tickets each without any realistic hope of being able to give them away. So, although I was as ardent a Partick Thistle as they come during my formative years, I feel a slight twinge of guilt that i never put any money into the club coffers other than buying one single scarf and a regular programme and a Macaroon bar
The mighty Queen of the South (aka the Doonhamers), from Galloway so my local team (too far to Stranraer), and my old man was a shareholder. still remember being excited when I went aged about 10 with my parents to buy a new car and the salesman was Alan Ball (QoS goalkeeper) would made 600+ appearances. My first great footballl moment was the last game of 80/81 season when we had to win 6-0 to get promoted out of division 2 or Queens Park beat Cowdenbeath. Being pre-internet this involved the odd person in the crowd listening in to the radio, it went round that a penalty had beeen given to QP and it was surreal the ground went deathly quiet, whilst we waited for the news and the place erupted, same in second half Cowdenbeath missed there one, we won 3-0 and promoted to 1st division, mass pitch invasion followed. D7jr’s first ever game was Scottish cup final in 2008 when we nearly beat
Airdrieonians Rip 2002 did quite a few games in the day with some good lads ,who are still mates today .No interest in the new lot who stole Clydebank's league place.