Probably my biggest memory of going to watch a game of football was my first Scotland-England game. Regardless of my accent, when I went down to Wembley I was draped in tartan as a 17-year-old, and it was a fantastic atmosphere, with Scotland winning 1-0 thanks to a John Robertson penalty, which made it all the better.
I remember thinking then, in my wildest dreams, what would it actually be like to walk out representing your country? And then years later I was fortunate enough to make my Scotland debut against the world champions Argentina at Hampden in 1990, just prior to the World Cup. Things couldn’t have gone better, it was a typical wet night in Glasgow, the crowd were unbelievable, and we managed to win the game 1-0.
I’ve got great memories of football but those two games stick in my minds, especially managing to beat Argentina. Of course the Tartan Army, because we’d beaten the holders, had us down as the new world champions!