Well, folks, our friends across the city - Rangers, as they wish to be known, set up shop in 2012 and now kindly host their wee kickabouts at the well-trod Ibrox Stadium in the heartland of the dear old motherland, Scotland.
Now, before you spill your Irn-Bru in amazement, apparently the light-blues running around the Ibrox turf, when counted together and weighed in gold, would fetch somewhere in the region of a whopping £101m. And just in case your trust in my number-crunching has waned, I'm happy to report that the good people over at Transfermarkt are responsible for this evaluation. You can't make it up, right?
The crew comprising of these executioners of the leather sphere, these artisans of footballing feints and dummies, numbers to a homogenous bunch of 28 players. The number in itself is not a thing of myth and legend, but the average age of this collective - a sprightly 24, surely resonates with the vitality and vigour of youthful audacity. Or, in simpler terms, they're just a bunch of lads that are hardly old enough to remember remembering things properly.
This season, the Rangers, in their boundless energy and youthful enthusiasm, have attempted their hand at juggling not 1, not 2, but 5 competitions. The Premiership has seen them occupy the second spot, a position of honourable top-table mediocrity. In the League Cup, you may recall, they did us all a favour with their untimely departure in the semi-finals - keeping the emergency services free for legitimate concerns. The Scottish Cup saw them grace the quarter-finals, and in the Champions League qualifiers, they made it all the way to the play-offs. The Europa League witnessed them in the league phase. A smorgasbord of feats, you might say. Or not.
