Getting taken to your first match has been an important rite of passage on Planet Fitba for generations.
My maternal grandfather took me to my first Celtic game in 1966.
It was rather good timing as it turned out.
Of course, the child has no say in what club or, indeed, the historical moment.
So it is worth thinking of the current thirty-something at Ibrox.
Let’s say our little bundle of Unsurpassed Dignity was born in 1980.
If he was taken to his first match at nine or ten years of age then it was pretty good timing by Daddy Bear.
The cub grew to manhood through the Nine In A Row years.
There were top foreign players in the light blue, but his own hero was Super Ally.
He had that connection with the support as he was one of them.
Alistair Murdoch McCoist definitely played for the jersey.
He was no foreign mercenary.
That was for sure.
Unfortunately by the time our bear was turned twenty Martin O Neill had arrived.
As well as having some decent players at his disposal, Celtic Park was bigger and more modern than Ibrox.
With an extra 10,000 seats, mainly occupied by season ticket holders, Celtic had a clear financial advantage over the mighty Gers.
Despite that, the Rainjurrzz seemed to have lots and lots of money.
None of the Bears asked any questions as men in brogues at the top of the Marble Staircase dealt with all of that sort of stuff.
Then there was a lot of unsubstantiated stuff in 2009 about the bank running the club.
Unfortunately, these scurrilous Timmy rumours turned out to be true.
Then, just as our young Bear was entering his thirties, deliverance was at hand!
A billionaire with a high Dignity quotient bought the club in May 2011.
Unlike his old dad, our millennial Bear was an online guy and was aware that awful things were being rumoured about Mr Whyte.
Especially some fecker in Donegal who was spouting pish about the new owner.
This Fenian was saying that the new owner of Rainjurrzz wasn’t a billionaire.
Actually, this Tarrier said that Mr Whyte did not have a custom built receptacle into which to deposit his Quintessentially British urine.
Then the awful year of 2012 happened.
He tried to keep his dad up-to-date about what that Fenian in Ireland was writing.
It seemed to be coming true.
All of it…
Then it was time for “The Journey”.
Annan, Elgin and those were the high points.
Super Ally just turned out to be Super Salary.
That was a right kick in the geraniums!
Now as his forties approach the boy who loved it large with his dad during Nine in a Row might have to endure the other side of the city doing Ten.
We can’t say when he will see his new club lift the SPFL title or what age he will be.
However, Sevco’s early years will coincide with his midlife crisis.
He might even think twice before inflicting the unedifying spectacle on his own offspring…
However, he might think it is culturally important to immerse his kid in the “we hate Catholics” match day experience.
After, it is important to maintain standards.
At some point, the baby bears will have to come into contact with the unfortunate reality that the team in green and white hoops are on an entirely different sporting level.
He will realise why his daddy celebrates the last minute equaliser against Celtic like it was the winner in a final.
That’s because most of the time Celtic win these encounters.
Still, there will be the high points to celebrate.
Like that last minute winner at Firhill against the Thistle today!
Memories are made of those magical moments.
This is what it is like to follow the Espanyol of Glasgow.
As it becomes clear that The People are totally divorced from reality it is the kids that I feel sorry for…