Remembering Morton and 1979
The cynical, shame on you, would argue that it might be the case every time you visit Greenock, but we turned the clock back 30 years there the other night.
In quite the finest excuse for a party I have heard for a while, Morton's Supporters Trust decided to celebrate that November weekend in 1979 when Cappielow's finest topped the Premier League.
The Good Lord knows that I toil to remember what I had for my lunch, but I can remember with vivid clarity the joyous feeling I had when my sports editor instructed that I would be heading for the Tail of the Bank any given Saturday that season.
Morton were magnificent. As a club, as a team. Under the influence of the greatest football showman of them all, Hal Stewart, they realised that football was, after all, part of the entertainment industry.
"Tell them who you are and what you are about," they said. To be honest, there are days when I struggle to remember myself. Forty years toiling at the coalface of football journalism does that to you. But I have reason to believe that I have reached the heady heights of the title of Football Correspondent of BBC Scotland which gives me a renown, in Scottish terms, of somewhere between Alex Salmond and the deep fried Mars Bar.
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