We'll support you ever more, PERTH ST.JOHNSTONE

[wee john]

Following on from Singapore Saints thread about older Saintees.

I dedicate this thread to the young Saints fans of today.

Stories about following the best team in the world.

"Read em and weep"

i want to start off with this cracker from MONGY MAX.

No matter where I was in the world, no matter what I was doing, 1645 UK time, I'd be checking the score. I listened to Saints beat Rangers at Ibrox on DAB radio in Iraq, while being mortared. It didnt care to me, hearing the Saints score was enough.

Through shite and muck...............................

[wee john]

I remember hitch hiking to a midweek friendly in Glenrothes against Cowdenbeath I think. Public park job in Glenrothes.

Billy Inglis was my partner that day, got there no problem.

Problem was after, no supporters bus for a midweek friendly.

Stuck in the middle of Fife (no A92 by pass) looking for the road to Perth.

Pitch black with the thumb oot to non existant traffic, needless to say we never got a lift home.

Luckily Billy had an Auntie in Glenrothes, chapped her up at 1am, stayed there and missed school next day.

[el doro]

I guess I'm a young one (twenties) in comparison to some, but I'll throw in my worth.

Last game of the 2006/07 season I had booked a trip down to London for a music festival well in advance, not thinking too much about the dates (amateur, I know). Not wanting to miss out on the trip to London with mates, but at the same time realising that If I missed the Hamilton game and things went our way, I would hate myself for eternity.After we had beat Queens the week before to take it to the wire, I booked my travel for the Hamilton game.

I flew down to London on the Friday morning, went to the festival, left my mates to party in London, while I got the overnight bus back to Perth, 10 hours and no sleep. Quick shower at my parents, then met friends in Perth and drove through to Hamilton for the game. Safe to say the game was a heart breaker. Afterwards got a lift from my mates Dad to Glasgow Airport, and caught a flight back down to London and met up with my friends later that night. We flew back home on Monday morning. I was hardly in London and missed the best day of the festival but I would do it all again in a heartbeat. Come on you Saints.

[Edstar101]

I guess I'm a young one (twenties) in comparison to some, but I'll throw in my worth.

Last game of the 2006/07 season I had booked a trip down to London for a music festival well in advance, not thinking too much about the dates (amateur, I know). Not wanting to miss out on the trip to London with mates, but at the same time realising that If I missed the Hamilton game and things went our way, I would hate myself for eternity.After we had beat Queens the week before to take it to the wire, I booked my travel for the Hamilton game.

I flew down to London on the Friday morning, went to the festival, left my mates to party in London, while I got the overnight bus back to Perth, 10 hours and no sleep. Quick shower at my parents, then met friends in Perth and drove through to Hamilton for the game. Safe to say the game was a heart breaker. Afterwards got a lift from my mates Dad to Glasgow Airport, and caught a flight back down to London and met up with my friends later that night. We flew back home on Monday morning. I was hardly in London and missed the best day of the festival but I would do it all again in a heartbeat. Come on you Saints.

respect

[Wish i was Joe McGurn]

i once sat in the same bus as the 208 ladies, that was torture.

Does that count ??

[Dilated Pupil]

An old timer, but this was recent & special. Was working on a project in Kings Canyon, about 1000ks west of Alice Springs. Got BBC World Service on satellite, it was 3am, sitting in the 4wd in the middle of the desert, listening for updates & heard the 4-1 rangers score. I went mental, which was quite sad, as there are only about 15 people living within 5000ks of Kings Canyon. But damn it was good

Edited November 12, 2010 by Dilated Pupil

[HertsSaintee]

When I lived and worked in Reykjavik, Iceland in the mid 1980s in the days before the internet, 4.45 on a Saturday would see me frantically running about the street where I lived, sometimes in arctic blizzard conditions, trying to pick up the faintest of BBC Scotland signals on a portable radio I had to try to get the Saints score. It was the oldest, most beat up portable I ever owned, but I have to say it rarely let me down, even at that distance.

[wee john]

In Monaco on match day, put my kilt and Saints top on, stood in front of the mirror thinking it looked superb, kilt on and it was a Saints game.

It then hit home that the "famous Perth St Johnstone" were representing Scotland.

brought a tear to a glass eye.

Pwoud, verry very pwoud.

Edited November 12, 2010 by wee john

[wee john]

In Monaco on match day, put my kilt and Saints top on, stood in front of the mirror thinking it looked superb, kilt on and it was a Saints game.

It then hit home that the "famous Perth St Johnstone" were representing Scotland.

brought a tear to a glass eye.

Pwoud, verry very pwoud.

then Wee Hodgy shouted from the next room window,

"john ask Beve for a shot of her hair drier, i've pished the bed"

tears turned to laughter:laugh:

[Edstar101]

I remember 'borrowing' my mums car to get to Partick...something exploded in the engine (I know nowt about cars) - oil everywhere.....dumped it at side of road, hitched to Glasgow and got bus to game (just in time)....managed to organise a lift back to Perth.

Worst bit is I keep quiet when my mother reported the car stolen and even when the police 'found it' and indicated that there didnt seem to be any forced entry, I kept schtum.....cost her a small fortune to get it towed back to Perth and repaired

Oh, and only had a provisional license...although my cousin from Canada who was with me had a Canadian driving licence....

[Wish i was Joe McGurn]

In Monaco on match day, put my kilt and Saints top on, stood in front of the mirror thinking it looked superb, kilt on and it was a Saints game.

It then hit home that the "famous Perth St Johnstone" were representing Scotland.

brought a tear to a glass eye.

Pwoud, verry very pwoud.

The 29 hours in a bus was certainly worth it. Even with nae leg room. Or fags, or drink.

Coming into Cannes on the motorway and seeing cars driving down with saints scarves out of the windows, that gave me goosebumps. Great feeling.

Watching the police removing there heavy gear to stand with just shirts on, realising that there would be no trouble, just saints fans enjoying themselves.

Edited November 12, 2010 by Wish i was Joe McGurn

[Guest Mongy Max]

cant remember the reason for the excitement, was but a lad.

but i remember being on the dunkeld road bus coming back from edinburgh and seeing hodgy out the sunroof with a saints flag being cut in half by the wind and 70 mph moving car he was in.

Hodgy - dedication!!

[sleepless]

walking down towards the riverside in Dundee after a Dundee game, commotion behind me, a young Saints fan, no more than a kid, being chased by three or four Dundee hooligans. I told him to stick with me and we walked together towards the station. The hooligans fell back. Strength in numbers. I was shiting myself, right enough.

About 1982 or 1983, I should think

[Das Rave]

cant remember the reason for the excitement, was but a lad.

but i remember being on the dunkeld road bus coming back from edinburgh and seeing hodgy out the sunroof with a saints flag being cut in half by the wind and 70 mph moving car he was in.

Hodgy - dedication!!

Think it was the Jeanfield Road S.C. bus, sure it was comin back from Tynecastle.

Hodgy stuck his head out of a Peugot 405 (driven by a neighbour of mine from Stanley) near got blown away waving the flag. The whole bus cheered.

One of my favourites was winning 4-0 at Firhill(happened quite a lot). Almost sealed our promotion 97? season and all the cars leaving the ground in procession wi scarves and flags hanging out the windows, horns blaring, driving through Maryhill. As close to a carnival atmosphere as you can get through in Weegie country!!!

[Das Rave]

then Wee Hodgy shouted from the next room window,

"john ask Beve for a shot of her hair drier, i've pished the bed"

tears turned to laughter:laugh:

Did he not pass out, overcome with 'emotion' and miss most of the game?

[Guest Mongy Max]

One of my favourites was winning 4-0 at Firhill(happened quite a lot). Almost sealed our promotion 97? season and all the cars leaving the ground in procession wi scarves and flags hanging out the windows, horns blaring, driving through Maryhill. As close to a carnival atmosphere as you can get through in Weegie country!!!

they were sellling champions flags outside weren't they!!

dino scored a raker of a free kick.

[wee john]

Alloa 1982, promotion to the premier league.

Andy B .

Andy was a run of the mill Scottish fitba player, always gave 100% but was usually a pretty hopeless centre forward, but he is a Saints legend.

Saints fans probably walk past him every week and don't bat an eyelid, he may even be your postie, but he gave me one of the most memorable moments following Saints.

A massive 2.5k support invaded Alloa, big at the time.

probably more as i reckon hundres climbed in.

Andy B equalised with an overhead toepoke.

I remember being at the very front of the enclosure waiting on the final whistle, I reckon I was one of the 1st on the pitch but I collapsed onto my knees and couldn't run over to the players.

A very emotional moment, my 1st promotion and Saints 1st for 19years.

[Edstar101]

Alloa 1982, promotion to the premier league.

Andy B .

Andy was a run of the mill Scottish fitba player, always gave 100% but was usually a pretty hopeless centre forward, but he is a Saints legend.

Saints fans probably walk past him every week and don't bat an eyelid, he may even be your postie, but he gave me one of the most memorable moments following Saints.

A massive 2.5k support invaded Alloa, big at the time.

probably more as i reckon hundres climbed in.

Andy B equalised with an overhead toepoke.

I remember being at the very front of the enclosure waiting on the final whistle, I reckon I was one of the 1st on the pitch but I collapsed onto my knees and couldn't run over to the players.

A very emotional moment, my 1st promotion and Saints 1st for 19years.

Always thought that it would have been appropriate for Andy B to play with a ciggie and a pint in his hand!

[sleepless]

in Monaco, seeing the odd Saints fan here and there, but then alighting on the square where everyone was congregated, scarves everywhere, flags, singing, noise, the locals walking past with baffled amusement, then marching down to the ground. And climbing eighty flights of steps to get to ground level....

[sleepless]

last game of the season (v Hearts, 0-0?) when we got relegated out of the first Premier League (75-76, I think), invading the pitch and celebrating. Even though we went down, we had an end of season rally and picked up quite a few points.

[wee john]

last game of the season (v Hearts, 0-0?) when we got relegated out of the first Premier League (75-76, I think), invading the pitch and celebrating. Even though we went down, we had an end of season rally and picked up quite a few points.

We beat Aberdeen 2-0 to get our 1st win in 28 matches.

Well before that we lost at home to Ayr United, fans invaded the pitch at the end of the match and stood in front of the main stand singing

"Stewart must go, Stewart must go".

The Ayr fans were under the main stand applauding us.

Then everyone congregated outside the ground singing before marching/running into the town continually singing "Stewart must go" escorted by the police.

seemed like hundreds at the time.

a few windows damaged and bit of disturbance, it may not have been right but it was passionate.

[Bruno Strasser]

For me I will never forget the feeling at Easter Road .............. thumping Hearts 3 - 0to get to my first ever Final with Saints. What a night !

[541ntees]

in Monaco, seeing the odd Saints fan here and there, but then alighting on the square where everyone was congregated, scarves everywhere, flags, singing, noise, the locals walking past with baffled amusement, then marching down to the ground. And climbing eighty flights of steps to get to ground level....

was surreal everyone steaming in the square full of ugly saints fans with french super models walking right through the middle of us all with their stuck up chiuaua's.

loved the bit where we crossed the carriage-way to the stadium, traffic came to a stand still as we got a rendition of "sit down if you hate dundee"

[Mike180279]

Alloa 1982, promotion to the premier league.

Andy B .

Andy was a run of the mill Scottish fitba player, always gave 100% but was usually a pretty hopeless centre forward, but he is a Saints legend.

Saints fans probably walk past him every week and don't bat an eyelid, he may even be your postie, but he gave me one of the most memorable moments following Saints.

A massive 2.5k support invaded Alloa, big at the time.

probably more as i reckon hundres climbed in.

Andy B equalised with an overhead toepoke.

I remember being at the very front of the enclosure waiting on the final whistle, I reckon I was one of the 1st on the pitch but I collapsed onto my knees and couldn't run over to the players.

A very emotional moment, my 1st promotion and Saints 1st for 19years.

I was on the pitch too but cant remember it, does that count?

[Pink]

I was on the pitch too but cant remember it, does that count?

Same for me. Some casuals kindly helped my mum lift my pram over the wall and onto the park.