Ever since I recall I have followed football, And ingrained in my heart are the Rangers FC, Through good and the bad, times of happy or sad, It will always be Rangers for me. For when I was a lad, I was led by the hand, Down the Paisley Road West, I will never forget, That beautiful sight, of the red, blue and white, From that day I'd be Rangers for life. And I vowed to my dad if I too have a lad, I would show him the way as he did on that day, And so now here I stand with young Lyle by the hand, After walking down Paisley Road West. For when I was a lad, I was led by the hand, Down the Paisley Road West, I will never forget, That beautiful sight, of the red, blue and white, From that day I'd be Rangers for life. There's a great sense of pride, that I feel deep inside, As I'm watching the 'Gers, with my father and son, And its sure safe to say, at the end of the day, Win or lose we will all follow on. (Lyrics by: Davie Macintosh)

Football supporters, over the years, have garnered a pretty poor reputation, often regarded as anti-social yobs, or foul-mouthed hoodlums - and at times that reputation has been well deserved. Some supporters though, fare worse than others, and fans of Rangers Football Club seem to be particularly vilified, very often castigated en masse as nothing more than Neanderthal, knuckle-dragging, bigoted thugs. Well, I'm a Rangers fan and I'm none of the above! And neither, for that matter, are any of my friends or associates. Rangers' supporters are in fact just normal hard working folk who love their football team. This is my story, from a schoolboy in Clydebank, to a married man in East Calder. Growing up, maturing as I watch my football team. I experience sporting joy and triumph, just as I suffer pain and tragedy, my personal life intertwining with the fortunes of my favourites, the Rangers. It's off to the match I go - My journey with the 'Gers