I was at both finals.
The 87 final was a crap match but one of the best experiences of my life.
It led to a trip to Mechelen and is something I will always treasure.
However... ... I was only 21 and probably took it all in my stride.
This time around, I had a real awareness that this might be the last time I would ever see my team lift a national trophy at Hampden.
In 1987, my Mum and Dad were supporting the Buddies and I was at the match with my best mate... ...
By 2013, my Mum, Dad and good friend were all dead!
I was determined to soak up every second of this final... and I did so.
I find it impossible to say which was the better achievement or occasion... but I know for sure what one meant more to me emotionally and psychologically... and if that makes me a twat, so be it mate.