arriving at firhill on saturday afternoon, my eyes were drawn to the floodlights burning fiercely against the grey, winter sky. it is a sight that never fails to quicken the senses.
my mind went back to an october night in 1961 when my late father and i walked over to hampden for the official opening of the stadium's magnicent four towers - the glow from which could be seen from miles away.
a crowd of over 100,000 watched eintracht frankfurt beat rangers (3-1 if memory serves) but the star of the show was that wonderful lighting that turned night into shimmering day.
wouldn't it be wonderful if our firhill lights would again illuminate european opposition in the not too distant future?