There’s something lovely about those moments when you’re away from home and football hits you out of the blue. This is a wee story from the morning I found out Stevie G was coming to Rangers while my wife and I were strolling around Benidorm.


Waking up to the news

We were about to head out for a walk, very relaxed, casual holiday mode. Then my phone lit up with a message: "Stephen G is signing for Rangers." No drama, just that single line. I hadn’t a bit of blue on me. That’s not allowed, is it? You cannae be in Spain and not show your colours. So I grabbed my Rangers top and told my wife we needed to find somewhere to get a name and number printed on it.


The printed top

It’s pure fan instinct more than anything. I don’t know why I wanted the transfer on right away but I did. We found a little shop, got the letters on — S Gerahard 55, as I joked at the time — and suddenly it felt proper. You get that small, silly pride. You’re wearing the club even if you’re miles from Ibrox. People see it and you feel connected, like you’re carrying a bit of home around with you.


Banter, awkwardness and that Rangers grin

On the way back we passed the Shamrock bar. A lad outside asked if we wanted to come in for a coffee. Earlier I’d said no thanks, concentrating on the top. Now, wearing it, I turned to him: "Would you still like us in for a coffee?" He answered something in Irish I didn’t catch. Truth is, it didn’t matter what he said. I could guess. It was one of those daft, perfect fan moments — a bit of banter, a bit of embarrassment, and a grin that lasted the rest of the day. Moments like that are why being a supporter is more than results. It’s about the small stories you tell after, the ones that make a season feel personal.

Written by white horse: 30 May 2026