There was a small, drunk Scotsman in the toilets of the pub. He was leaning in close to a tall man standing at the urinal.
‘See, Rangers is a part of life where I’m from.’
The tall man turned away and buttoned up his flies.
‘I am from Estonia,’ he said. ‘I do not give a shit about football.’
‘Think about all the fans, man. They cannae let Rangers go under.’
‘Please understand. I don’t care,’ the Estonian said and walked out.
The Scotsman looked around and spotted me at the sink. ‘Hey,’ he said.
‘Sorry, no English,’ I replied.