When I was 10 or 11 Saints were playing Hearts at Tynecastle. A neighbour, a die hard Jambo whose Dad had played for Hearts, offered to take me to the game as her son was away at scout camp. She had season tickets for the enclosure area in the main stand. As we lived at the prison it was just a short walk to the ground and we set off. Me in my Saints scarf, replica strips hadn't been invented, and she decked out in maroon and white.
During the game I was shouting for the Saints when a yob started giving me stick. When Mrs Hills got on a thine he started on her so she belted him about the head with her handbag. He left the ground to abuse from those around us.
I still don't like the Jambos though.