As a wee boy, Allan's cousin, I was at every home game, and some away, that season. My dad picked up the comps and we sat right at the front of the stand every match, I think I'm in that title lap of honour photo. The only times i stood on the terracing was at Ibrox for those semi finals, the enclosure as was. When Allan's shot hit the bar in the final we knew it wasn't our day. I wept, as Rangers supporting uncles celebrated. A very special season, now if only my autograph book, which Allan took to every dressing room on my behalf, hadn't failed to come back from Shawfield. Hated Clyde ever since.