Whatever will be, will be. The futures not ours to see. Que sera sera. I'm sitting here wondering how the fuck we got in this mess. Reminiscing with my son about when I went to my first game. Fucked 3-0 at Ibrox against an Aberdeen team at their pinnacle. My father telling me to watch Cooper. " he's a cracker" he said. Cooper had a nightmare. But I was hooked. Driving up from Greenock, Sitting in the boot of a volvo estate as the adults drank in the front, going to the game not knowing if we were going to win. We didn't have a good team then . Ali Dawson was in the first eleven so the standards weren't high. But I didn't care. I was with my dad watching Rangers. To be honest he was a Morton man but he took me to Ibrox because he knew how much I loved it. And so it continued. I grew up. Souness came and went. Sir Walter took us to new heights.i got married , had kids. I took my father to Ibrox to watch Airdrie, unbeknown to me it would be our last due to the ravages of Alzhiemers. But the legacy continues. My son has a brick in the Gascoigne wall at the Copland Rd. a small piece of Ibrox that will be forever ours. Corey M Beaton is inscribed on that small piece of red brick. My son. He will be forever blue like his father. No matter what the future brings. From darkness to light . No surrender