I'm glad I made that decision to change my allegiance to St Johnstone as a child - I don't think I could have handled the pressure of being a Celtic fan into adulthood.
Dundee United have had their glory times (which, for a Saints fan, I was surprisingly happy about). Saints have won nothing during my lifetime other than the first division title and a few Forfarshire Cups. I've seen them play in one major cup final against Rangers at Celtic Park (Hampden was still under reconstruction) where we lived up to all expectations and lost. Hopefully I'll be that old man dissolving into tears one day, but if it's never to be, it won't matter.
I sat at my drawing board in the heart of rural Shropshire yesterday, listening to Saints' title hopes unfold and then suddenly disintegrate, tuned to Radio Scotland via the Internet. I spent the entire time texting my eldest, Saints-daft (my fault) daughter at her workplace in Perthshire, keeping her up to date as best I could with the developments at Hamilton and Dingwall as they rapidly changed over the 90 minutes. She managed to reply to almost all of them (apparently things were very quiet at work). I couldn't bear to send the final text, so I called, knowing she wouldn't be allowed to answer it and I'd get put onto the answerphone. I broke the news with the sound of jubilation from Gretna fans in Dingwall in the background on my web radio. I could feel her heart break when I got her reply - it just read "Gutted!"
It's been way too long since I last had a chance to go to a game with her or any of her sisters. I must put that to rights soon.
Sorry, Colin, mate, but Roger's right, you (and every other Old Firm fan) haven't a clue. And you're wrong - I've no idea how you felt...never come close.