My Mother never attended a game in her life. But she queued at Easter Road many, many times for tickets for my Dad, when he was at work and could not get there himself, because most of her working life she was a conductress and would even change shifts so that she had time enough to stand and wait for tickets. And then, she did the same for me, when I went to work in the Borders, and would always tell me the length of the queue, so that I was aware of the lengths (literally) she had gone to in getting me tickets. But, whenever my Dad or I went home, her first comment would always be either, "Good win the day, eh?" or, "They're no' very good, are they?" (Bowdlerised from her, "Ach, they're shite!") And, unfortunately, she had also passed away on that glorious day 5 years ago. But a totally committed Hibby.