I seldom missed a Scotland game at Hampden in the 70s and 80s, it was pretty much like going to a Rangers game but wearing a tartan scarf. I started to lose interest during the Andy Roxburgh era and I feel this was when the "we're the Tartan Army, love us, love us" media image first surfaced - I remember seeing a clip on TV from Euro 92 of some teuchter done up like an extra from Braveheart getting some female Swedish cop to kiss him through the perimeter fence. I gave it another go a few years back to let my son experience international football, but felt the whole dynamic of the Scotland support had changed dramatically - thousands of pantomime Harry Lauders in kilts and Cat boots singing one song interminably - about themselves. I didn't feel part of it and didn't go back, although I watch the games on TV - ultimately the players are representing the country I was born in and live in so why would I want to see them lose?
My first game at Ibrox was the pre-season "Trial" in 1961 or 1962 so I was weaned on the immortal "Ritchie, Shearer, Caldow...." line-up. The stadium then had a grandeur about it that no other ground could match, as a five-year-old I was completely overawed.