Big Marv has had a cameo at a lot of clubs!
As another 3rd Generation Celtic supporter (thanks to whoever coined that phrase earlier), I used to go on the supporters club from Grangemouth to Celtic matches with my Dad. It gave me experience at 8 years old plus of visiting new places and feeling like a part of something. With the benefit of hindsight it's a bigoted and toxic environment at times but when you're in it, it's different. (Definitely more toxic on the blue side!)
Anyway, that sparked a love of football which never left me.
Fast forward a lot of years and I'm setting up home as a single parent working south of Aberdeen, the only place I can afford to rent is in Montrose, where there is bugger all to do on the weekend! A colleague who was involved at Links Park gave me a child season ticket with which every kid in the town got thru the turnstiles (with a paying adult of course, not daft!) so we went to the home games. Within a month or two you become a known face, especially as two females. (Montrose has still never helped me find a husband mind you!)
It was the Steven Tweed era, and crowds were low, people were very disillusioned in the town but we watched and enjoyed the experience. My daughter played football, and we used to use it as tactics, "watch that big defender and see what he does. That's your role." (Big Alan Campbell!)
Eventually we went to some away games too. Been to some far flung places I'd never have seen otherwise. Been in a crowd of 6 away support many times. At Cliftonhill we were the ONLY non team bus away supporters there. Dark times!
Getting beat at Fraserburgh on a soaking wet saturday was an all time low point for me, standing ankle deep in mud and crying! Travelling to Brora for the play offs, altho we missed the home leg as we were on holiday. I always consult the fixtures before agreeing to anything on a saturday, but hadn't accounted for playoffs!
My job has a box at Pittodrie and I am obliged to go sometimes (but only ever to midweek and sunday games!) People I have met before remember me because of my wee club, and it's always a conversation starter. They appreciate that you must love football and that gains respect.
We go as a gang of 3 now, my mum, my daughter who is now almost 18, and me. Nana is still a Brendan Rodgers fan, but couldn't name the Celtic squad but she knows every Montrose player, and they know her!
Anyway times changed and there have been some great times recently thanks to great work at the club and management, but every now and then fate reminds you that you are who you are. We've all had those moments where we think "aye, it wouldnae be us if we didn't f**k it up"