All the way from the picturesque landscapes of Northern Ireland, sprung Mason Munn, crafted on the 30th of March 2006 to bless the world of football, or more accurately, the Scottish Premiership, with his rather impressive gauntlet skills. At the tender age of 18, he's already flexing his gloves for the Rangers, donned in the rather disputable number 54 jersey.
Alas, you Celtic faithful might be completely oblivious to his existence, for he never roamed the hallowed turf of Parkhead. Unlike some prodigal sons who'd left our beloved abode for the promise of more sterling only to find grass is hardly greener, or in football terms, the ball doesn't bobble less on artificial pitches across thon channel, our Mr Munn here is not one of them. Ah, the joy of reminiscing those who pledged their fidelity to our dear Celtic for over two seasons, the good, the bad, and the utterly forgettable.
And so, as we continue to revel in a world where we count birthdays, month by month like kids begging for Christmas, Mason Munn, a sprite yet unfledged at 18, grimaces into the harsh Scottish weather, barring goals for the Rangers. Yet it's hard to predict, whether he'll follow the footsteps of his footballing ancestors gracing the lesser traversed pitches of Scotland or stumble into the quagmire that has ensnared many a promising career.
But for now, let's leave the young lad be, tending his net in the unpredictable storm that is Scottish football under the unforgiving watch of those who value footballers more than stocks and shares. After all, there's always something a bit tragicomic about being a promising young goalkeeper, isn't there?
