It really is amazing to think that playing for the blue buggers of Glasgow Rangers isn’t the low point Mark Hateley’s career; a hair cut can be so poor that it transcended the team you play for. That tracksuit top is awesomeness defined, nerver mind the unbelievably crap mullet. Hateley, how did you ever get away with it?
Increasingly middle-aged and increasingly disillusioned by modern football, I want to share with you how good football used to be before it was ruined by money. 
