Paul Nsio, a name most of us Celts have heard whispered through the winds of late, was birthed into existence on the 15th of March in the not-so-iconic year of 2006. Yes, dear reader, at a tender age of 18 years, our England-born prodigy is darting about in the midfield, primarily, might I add, in the central waves of that stormy terrains. Naturally, he pitches for the Rangers, not a point of particular pride if you ask any self-respecting Hoops supporter but that's not our immediate concern, is it?
Adding insult to injury, if I may utilise a footballing cliché, young Nsio affronts our sense of decency by donning the number 55 jersey. Again, noteworthy for those with a raw nerve set to twitch at such audacious numerals. If we must add salt, the lad has a contract tenure with Rangers that boasts (or is it looms?) a term of one year and a half, set to tragically retire its course on the timeless day of 31 May 2026.
In typical Ranger fashion, the exact details of this contract are kept locked away in a silent vault, likely situated deep in the bowels of Ibrox. One can only muse upon its contents in the idle half-light of a slow news day; the temptation of investigative verdicts set aside for those of a less sceptical nature.
Remember, folks, all of this information comes with that beautiful hint of salt that we die-hard Celts have been nourished on for so long. Lifelong scepticism is the burden of the well-informed football fan. Indeed, the game of football would simply be a well-intentioned kick about without it.
