As a ten-year-old I was on of the unfortunate members of primary school football team that happened to be on the wrong end of a 10-1 thrashing from the best team in the South Manchester Schools league.
It was a bitterly painful experience with the acute embarrassment of being part of ‘that team’ lingering for many months afterwards.
That’s all nearly 37 years ago now and a dull and distant memory … or it was until Saturday.
It all came flooding back as I sat in the away section at Tynecastle, among around 200 other hardy Cowdenbeath fans.
Football supporters amongst you will understand the rest, but for those who don’t know - Cowden, nicknamed the ’Blue Brazil’ no less, were, shall we say, demolished 10-nil!
It was as a complete demonstration of abject failure from a football team as you could possibly witness.
On the train back from Edinburgh to Fife, I began questioning why I bother.
After all I went home and away for many seasons and experienced some of the best nights of my life seeing Manchester United play some of the most sublime football across Europe.
But as I contemplated what I’d just seen my ‘adopted’ team subjected to I thought of the line from one of my favourite songs - Eton Rifles by the Jam - “We were no match for their untamed wit, but some of the lads said they’ll be back next week”.
And that’s it, as football fans we will be there next week.
For Cowdenbeath there is the relegation battle and the hope of better times ahead. I’ll see you on the terraces then.