I know it's special for any child to enjoy the regular support of an adult whether that's a family member or not, and I think everybody that was fortunate enough to have Chris devote his free time to their endeavours will be thinking of him over the next days and weeks. 

There were many parents who would make the trip to Auldhouse on a crisp September Saturday at the start of the season, or catch the last few games of the year once Spring arrived in April. That said, Chris was there week in, week out whether it was an icy morning drive to the borders in December or a muddy fixture away to Dundee early in the new year. It made such a difference on those super tough fixtures to see a familiar face cheering you on, especially if you had just taken a big hit or been fouled into touch. It was also a relief to have a home crowd to make the sort of exuberant appeal of a refereeing decision that would surely have landed a Hutchie Student with a Monday Morning visit Mr Lang, and Chris didn't shy away from the challenge. At that time in his life Mr. Adam would have been more than entitled to commit whole-hog to a midlife crisis, buy a Harley Davidson, regrow the hair and shoot off up the Indy500. Instead he was supporting 20 boys every week and that's the sort of contribution to a young person's life that they often can't appreciate till years later. That was so generous of you Chris and I thank you so much for it.

Chris was also supportive of my ill advised music career as a rock superstar. When, circa 2003, my band snuck through to the final of the Glasgow Battle of the Bands, he and Diane volunteered to come along in support. I will never forget peering out at the queue to the Cathouse Rock Club where 200 chain-wearing children dressed in varying tones of Black waited alongside Mr & Mrs. Adam, smartly dressed and straight from work. Chris readily offered up his briefcase to the towering bouncer who replied, "That's okay mate, I think you're probably okay." It was such a bizarre sight staring out from the stage to see Chris and Diane surrounded by angsty teenagers slightly perplexed at the presence of "actual adults". Though Chris didn't say so he was no doubt enduring the most torrid two hours of music he ever heard. I know all the Adam sons benefitted from this depth of support, and it's testament to the generosity of the man that he would go the distance for a family friend, who also got to feel like a bit of a son. I'd hope to live up to that kind of generosity in time.

Thank you so much Chris.

I.M.