[garinda]

Even the foreign players, from Glasgow's main rival teams, hate each other.

Until my proper job started, I briefly worked for a jeweller's, looking after the celebrity clients. (Read foot players, crooks, and drug barons.)

I can't remember their names. One played for Celtic, tall African, whose name sounded like Bilbo Baggins, and the other geezer was that long haired Italian, who later went down to play for Blackburn Rovers.

They nearly ended up scrapping, when they both came in at the same time, for yet another diamond encrused Rolex.

Then there was that daft apeth Gazza, who foolishly decided it would be a good idea to mime playing the Irish flute, after scoring a goal in his debut for Rangers.

Football sends Weegies loopy.