The day the tickets went on sale was, luckily, a bank holiday.
I made the call to go over to Fir Park just in case. 2hr queue, but tickets for both legs secured.
I had the fear going to Ibrox on the Thurs - given our record there - and remember telling everyone I'd take us keeping it to a 1-0 defeat, particularly because our home form was ok.
Policing at Ibrox was a joke as usual, with lighters and coins landing all around.
Half-time and we're 2-0 up. I have a sore hip after ending up 3 rows in front celebrating the 2nd.
Disbelief in the foyer/pie queue and a sense of not knowing quite how to feel.
Second half was still pretty tense, despite, going 3 up especially when McGregor scored. Boyd had a few chances as well.
Got out of Ibrox and walked to central via Govan Road, in amongst the Rangers fans.
Remember phoning my dad in a state of shock/joy.
2nd leg for me was a formality after one specific moment - Zaliukas blazing one over from 6 yards just before half time. The game was up for Rangers after that.
I think it would take a cup win to eclipse that victory at Ibrox. Huge performance in pretty much the most partisan/hostile environment we could get.