On Fire With Fergie

Late on a winter’s night in 1976 at the age of 5, I lay awake in bed, absolutely petrified. Something was causing a man to shout, swear, and bang in the lounge beneath my room. When I eventually went downstairs, I found my elated Dad sitting in front of the last couple of minutes of football highlights on TV. He'd watched his team, Aberdeen, reach the Scottish League Cup Final with a dramatic 5-1 victory over Rangers. It was the very first of the events that would forge and shape an amazing relationship with my Dad as we followed Aberdeen home and away, for the next ten years. It was a time when the terrifying, enormous fan base of the Old Firm rioted and rampaged through streets, stadiums, and pitches around Scotland. A time when we watched Aberdeen rise to the top of Scottish and European football, and then fall all the way back down again.