Text from the Glasgow relatives this morning…
“So...
We're in the taxi this morning and ***** says "There's a stinky smell"
******, thinking it might be her perfume asked "what does it smell like?"
***** replies, without pause...
"It smells like Ibrox".
I have had no influence on this whatsoever.
He’ll be 4 next week. Straight into the Top Red development squad/group, I think.