My father grew up in Pollokshields, before it was invaded by the Indian army, attending Rangers games every week, and to be brutally honest I grew up in Inverness supporting Rangers while caring little for the fortunes of Inverness Caley. I'm not proud of this but I'm past the point of changing my team, despite it's enormous flaws I still have an emotional attachment to Rangers. Memories of me and my Dad heading down to Ibrox bursting with excitement to see a Champions League game, of happier times regarding footballing fortunes are too good to let go.
I understand that it's this mentality that has pushed Scottish football to where it is now, and I'd probably be the first to condemn someone for following in my "football heritage" footsteps but hey-ho. I blame my Dad for not telling me to support the local team which I would actively encourage in the case of my own children.