My dad used too know Jimmy Davidson and was Dad’s favourite.
When Jimmy was groundsman, my dad couldn’t get to the game and as he didn’t want to disappoint me ( and make sure I was looked after), I arrived at Firhill on my own, into the main entrance and asked Molly for Mr Davidson. JD duly arrived.
Me “ This is from my Dad Mr Davidson “ ( passing over an obviously wrapped up half bottle)
JD “ Come wi me son”
I was taken to the back of the stand just in front of the press box to watch the game. I must have been all of ten years old.
Talk about ‘ happy days’ ?