Trainspotting with Johnny Russell
With his ever growing hair & beard, increasing array of tattoos and fundamental Scottishness, my brother commented after the Brighton game that “Johnny Russell looks more like a character from an Irvine Welsh film (or book) every time I see him.”
A couple of texts later that evening and I arrived at this.
“Choose football. Choose moving to England. Choose Derby County. Choose Tattoos and lots of them. Choose getting your face literally caved in and continuing to play on for twenty minutes. Choose moving from centre forward to left side striker and getting a Scotland call up. Choose chasing down lost causes in the 94th minute regardless of the score. Choose smashing a goal of the season cracker in the top corner against Forest. Choose winding up Rangers and their zombie fans at every turn. Choose making your International debut and running Nathaniel Clyne ragged for 15 minutes. Choose having a chant to the tune of the Heartbeat theme. Choose ramming Uwe Roslers mind numbing tactics down his throat by two footing the twat. Choose establishing yourself as one of the first name on Steve’s teamsheet. Choose your future. Choose a dream move to Celtic? . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose Celtic: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you play for Derby County?”