Born on January 4, 2000, and tipping the scales at precisely 10st 12lb (69kg), Max Aarons greets the world from the imposing height of 5ft 10in (1.78m). In spite of the quite limited physical prowess that these measurements suggest, this defender somehow manages to pull on the number 3 jersey for Rangers without it swallowing him whole.
Currently, buyers with about £5.2m lying around in their petty cash tin can call this delightful English right-back their very own — or so says the good folks over at Transfermarkt.
The transfer gossip columns first lit up with Aarons' name when he drifted over to Norwich City in July 2016. Of course, he was just a "trainee" then, a mere youngster with dreams in his head and shin pads in his kit bag. In five awe-inspiring seasons with the Canaries, he managed to hit the back of the net five times, establishing a quite consistent one-goal-per-year pattern that is quite enviable unless, of course, you're a striker.
However, things didn’t go quite as swimmingly at Bournemouth after he ’upped sticks’ for a reported £7m fee in August 2023. After 23 appearances in two seasons, he was shipped off to Valencia in Spain on loan. Lofty ambitions, perhaps, but the English game's loss was hardly Spanish football's gain.
On completing his sun-soaked Spanish siesta, Aarons returned to Bournemouth a seemingly changed man — or at least, a player who presumably asked more questions about a club's climate before agreeing to a transfer. He pulled on the Bournemouth kit again just 23 more times before they shipped him off to Rangers in Scotland on loan. A series of events, one might pithily note, that reads more like a game of musical chairs than a footballer's career trajectory.
And so, we arrive at the present, the current 2025 - 2026 season at Rangers, which has seen Aarons grace the field three times. He also summoned the energy to turn up for one League Cup start and lend a boot to five Champions League qualifiers. What a guy.
Football is, after all, a fickle mistress, and Max Aarons, who rose through the echelons of the beautiful game with speed akin to a snail's pace, is certainly living proof of that.
