Ahead of Scotland's friendly international against Iceland, a moment's applause will be observed for former Scottish FA president Jack McGinn.
We asked Hugh MacDonald to pay tribute to a dedicated servant to the Scottish game.
The measure of a man is not how high he rose in the world but how he reached his destination.
Jack McGinn led his beloved club, Celtic, as chairman from 1986 to 1991. He also sat at the top table of world football as president of the Scottish Football Association from 1997 to 2003.
However, the true substance of Jack, who has died aged 92, cannot be gauged by these achievements. He was a striver who never sought to burden others. He was an innovative thinker who preferred to listen rather than dictate. He was a quiet character whose work spoke for him.
This was a man, born in 1932, whose early days were formed in Partick and then Scotstoun but who went on to travel the world as an amiable and informed ambassador for Celtic and Scottish football.
His professional life gathered pace as a newspaper circulation representative for the Scottish Daily Express and Evening Citizen. He took this experience and nous to Celtic in 1965, eventually becoming commercial manager before climbing into the chairman's seat at the club he followed all his life. He then went on to become treasurer, vice-president and then president of the Scottish FA.
Those who worked with him in his roles at Celtic and at Hampden speak of his supportive nature. A thoughtful character, he could make quick decisions but was never afraid to take the counsel of others and change his mind if persuaded. In all this, Jack's trademark trait of humility was conspicuously evident.
His most enduring innovation at Celtic was the introduction of the Celtic View, the first club newspaper in Britain. A wary board was cautious about the investment but Jack was insistent on its viability. It made a profit quickly and helped the club communicate with supporters and defend its stances on various issues. It still publishes today, some 60 years after its first issue.
Jack, too, was also central to the takeover by Fergus McCann of Celtic in 1994. He could have been a tedious obstacle to progress, instead as a non-executive director he was a facilitator who chose to back a takeover that did not win the immediate approval of others in the boardroom.
Jack was always guided by a moral compass. It was this that informed him that the takeover was in the best interests of the club and the supporters, of whom he was one. He is thus a part of a legacy that has strengthened the club immeasurably.
There is no mystery to his success. The boy who was educated at St Paul’s in Whiteinch and St Gerard's in Govan graduated subsequently from the school of hard knocks. The world of newspapers was unforgiving, life at Celtic was turbulent and his tenure at the Scottish FA was routinely demanding.
Jack, though, was bolstered by an inner resilience, He always endured. The stresses and strains could and would take a toll on his health but he recovered and strode on. His work ethic was indefatigable. Home, though, was a refuge, though perhaps an unlikely one given he was the father of eight children.
The McGinn family life could be summed up in the joyous chaos of holidays. Jack, with possibly his experience of travelling to the north as newspaper rep, enjoyed holidays in such places as Portsoy or near Invergordon. Most of the McGinn clan would be bundled into one car with the others accompanying their mother on the train north. The acquisition of cars for both mum and dad later eased matters considerably.
His most obvious legacy at the Scottish FA was his drive to provide a sports injury clinic. In this and so much else, he was instrumental in preparing the organisation for the challenges of the 21 century. He was also the last president of the Scottish FA to lead the national team to the World Cup (France 98).
He would gladly, of course, have relinquished this distinction as a succession of subsequent World Cups have passed without the need to enlist a Tartan Army.
Jack was always hopeful, always striving towards contributing to a better world in football land beyond. His achievements were lauded by others but any pride he took in them was quiet and personal. He would confide to family that he was once a decent footballer who had been on the books of Leeds United and had played with the great John Charles, the Welsh colossus who went on to become a Juventus player. Jack, possibly afflicted by home sickness, returned to Glasgow to play for an amateur side.
His only public proclamations of pride were restricted to addressing the accomplishments of his eight children, 15 grandchildren and 10 great grandchildren. This was most obvious when he was supporting those who had taken a sporting path. He seemed to grow an inch and his eyes would appear to sparkle when talking of John and Paul, who played for the national team, and Stephen, who represented his country at under-21 level, and Katie, who excelled in netball.
This, though, had repercussions for the family. They would look on in no little bemusement as the courteous, quietly spoken patriarch became the most rabid of fans, proclaiming the ball should have been passed to a McGinn, or that one member of the clan was obviously the best performer on the park or court.
In this he was merely human. In all else, he eschewed the personal bias to find a better way forward for all in family and football. One could fall out with Jack but not for long because there was a universal acceptance that he was doing his best for the best of reasons.
His loss is profound for the McGinn clan. There is, though, cause for wider mourning. Scotland has lost a selfless servant and an imaginative innovator. He was, in the words of the Glasgow vernacular, a good fitba’ man. He may have taken a quiet satisfaction at that particular designation.