(**** Four out of Five Stars)

Though I can’t say I watch top level Scottish football these days (long story!) I came from a ‘Rangers family.’ As such I pestered my dad to take me to Ibrox in the Sixties but at that time he still had to work Saturdays.
So it fell to my Grandparents and Uncle in 1967 to take me to my first match at the age of nine years old. Rangers -v-Hibs, it was, Rangers winning 1-0 with Alex Smith I’m sure scoring the winning goal.

Now I always had in my head that Davie Wilson played that day, but sadly, stupidly, I recall swapping the match programme for one of the more brightly coloured Torquay United ones a year or so later!!

Anyway – whether he played or not (he’d soon move on to Dundee United) Davie Wilson was my era player. Reading this book took me right back to the ‘proper’ days of football as I remember them – when we were devoid of mega-rich, spoilt superstars, and watched lads who’d been down the mines until half hour before kick-off, leaving only time for a swift ‘half’ and fag before getting their boots on!

Yeah, this book is right up my street, with my only down-point being that it read very much like a catalogue of results, with not enough background tales of players and circumstances.

Still a good read though if you’re from the blue half pf Glasgow.