started going to Muirton Park in the late 50's and went every week through the 60's till I joined the RAF in 1970. Every week got my shilling, then two bob bit and eventually a good old half-crown. Got you in, programme and a drink at half time as inflation took it's ever ascending climb, but I had to work for each penny, either doing the shopping in town on a Saturday morning or cleaning the house (prefab in Hillyland) before leaving for the walk to the ground. My mum was always proud of my Support for Saints and would have been looking down on all of us on Saturday and enjoying every moment with all of us. God Bless!!