Mark Beaumont cycled around the world several years ago and wrote a book about it afterwards. In it he told the story of cycling through Turkey towards its border with Iran and stopping off in a small town square to take in some food. His presence apparently got the attention of some local youths who had gathered to have a look at the stranger in their midst and it became obvious to Mark that they were trying to work out where he came from. He was starting to get a wee bit concerned about the situation until he clearly heard the words, "Glasgow Rangers" emanating across the square from someone in the group. Mark's saddlebag had a Saltire emblem and the locals at the far end of Turkey made the association and knew who we were. It made me proud when I read it.