1995, when I was 8. My mum married a Bear who took me up to Ibrox and I fell in love. He'd get drunk on a Saturday night and come home and play his Rangers tape (which I've still got) at full blast at 2am, and I used to go down and sing along. His old dear used to send me down the Rangers News in the post every month. Every other kid round my way supported Man Utd, so they'd all pretend to be Giggs and Scholes etc when we were playing, but there was me and a black kid who were Rangers so I'd be Gazza and he'd be Rod Wallace