My grandfather had season tickets at Ibrox, as did my dad for many years, so little wonder, I am a “Died in the Wool” bluenose. I may have spent almost 40 years in Canada, but I still follow Rangers F.C. Although I can’t get to the matches every week, I still keep abreast of news, follow the scores and watch matches on the telly.
So it goes without saying, when in UK, I always try to get tickets for a home match. Just after we arrived in Strathkinness, back in May, we got tickets for the last home game of last season. During our final 2 weeks in Strathkinness, we didn’t have many options, as Rangers only had 1 home match on September 9th. Continue reading
Greenock, UK – 07:00 to 17:00
Although I’ve live in Canada for the past 35 years, this was a bit of a home coming, as I was born in a small village less than 10 miles from Greenock, which is located at the mouth of the River Clyde. Coming up river seeing Rothesay and Dunoon, then heading down river in the afternoon definitely brought a wee tear to my eye, as I recalled some of the trips we took as a child growing up in Bonnie Scotland. However, the weather today was more dreadful than bonnie, being overcast and on the chilly side of freezing cold.
Judi and I had great plans for today, which centered around a trip into Glasgow to watch Andy’s beloved football team, the all mighty Rangers F.C. Rather than driving along the motorways we planned a circuitous route bypassing Glasgow and taking in some of the highlands – Loch Earn and Loch Lomond. Alas, we awoke to a bitterly cold morning with gale force winds and torrential rain, which dictated a change of plans.