The first person to threaten my life was during a Saints Vs Rangers game back in the 1970s at Muirton. Saints had just scored (Connolly) and I was jumping up and down waving my scarf around. I was 12 ... he must have been around 45. No segregation, stewards or even police in these days. Had a soft spot for them ever since .... (...same opinions for the other half of the bigoted blight of Scottish football...)