I just remembered a bizarre story about Jim Tolmie. I can't recall the game or why I was in the Maine stand but I know it was a night game. I think it must have been an early round of the league cup or similar. Myself and a few of the lads were in there and we got right near to where the directors and big wigs sat. Tolmie must have been injured as he was there with a mate. We were all made up and chatting with him. Anyway along came some pompous prats in suits and told Tolmie he had to move as he was in their seats. I said, " Tell them to fuck off!" at which he smiled and whispered " Fuck off" but not at the blokes as they were obviously big wigs. Anyway he had to move and we gave the blokes some stick ourselves. Their pompous replies soon dried up when we threatened to give them a slap but not long afterwards we were being pointed out to a copper so we had to disappear ourselves. Good player Jim, him and Parlane galvanised the club for a while.