I went to watch the games in Bearsden long ago with my Uncle Archie. He was really a cousin by marriage, and has long since passed on. He wore his kilt (some sort of weathered or muted tartan) and carried a hip flask of whisky. I was amazed at the sight of telegraph poles being thrown. That was so long ago. I won't be there in person to cheer you on, but I wish you luck.