I have bored everyone on here before with the tale about my first ever Saints game - a 7 goal hammering in November 1962 at Love Street in the plssing rain. It took a while, and even though we have beaten them a few times in the 60 odd years since, yesterday provided such sweet revenge for that first painful experience of being a Saints fan.
Only moved back to Paisley 10 days ago so I was able to hang about to enjoy the celebrations in the town afterwards too. Brilliant day, brilliant team, brilliant manager and brilliant fans.
Just returned home (not a Paisley resident anymore) and I don’t know where to start with that day. I was lucky enough to watch with my son, brother and best mate.
Support was immense, team were immense and the Manager is now the best we’ve ever had.
What a time to be a Saint!!