So I was thinking on this last night and got round to recalling the bile that was spat at our club when we went into the lower leagues. The way football fans spat on the memory of Johan Cruyff 48 hours after he lost his battle with cancer, the falkirk fans throwing fake eyes on the park after one of their own players mocked a disabled player in a previous meeting, and of course, celtic fans hanging effigys from the rafters of their own stadium, leaves a very bitter and foul taste in my mouth.