There are more serious things to worry about as I await the birth of my first daughter but, right now, this one looms large
By Andy Harrow for Nutmeg magazine
When I was young and single I always assumed that, when I had a son or daughter, they would follow in my footsteps. Sure, they might not spend years working in a call centre or grow a highly dubious chin-fluff goatee in their early twenties, but I thought they would copy some things I do. Like which football team I support. After all, supporting Raith Rovers would follow family tradition. My dad was a Rovers fan and so was his dad. So was his dad, probably, although I have no idea. Let’s say he was, for narrative purposes.
I could have supported
Queen of the South (the closest team to our home) or Albion Rovers (the team my mum grew up following), but I didn’t. If the Harrow men supported Raith Rovers, that was enough for me too.