For some reason I didn't write anything about the day on here at the time so here goes. My mum and dad came along with me, my mum had never seen us win, so that was a bit of a risk. Dad drove us to Crewe and we got on the train, there was a lot of support for both teams on that train when it arrived in Glasgow, we got to the ground pretty early, it was our first visit to Hampden, as the teams kicked off I shivered as the massive saints support chanted COME ON YOU SAINTS!!!, I grabbed some guy in front when ISMA scored, and I ran down the steps at the final whistle, as I have always wanted to do since I saw the footage of 87, the year that I was born. At the bottom I saw the same guy I had grabbed earlier and grabbed him again, we walked back to central station and I was knackered at work the next day, but who cares I had seen MY team win at the national stadium.