That day in 1980 is the reason why I support Falkirk. I remember it clearly.
7 year old fitba daft me was kicking a ball around out the back. My Dad, who barely tolerated football at the best of times, saw the mayhem unfolding, came out to find me where he knelt down and said that he didn't care who I ended up supporting as long as it wasn't one of the gruesome twosome.
I immediately went, "Ok, I was born in Falkirk, I'll support them."
Just one of many, many things I will always be grateful to that man for.