In our topsy turvy world of football where loyalty seemingly vanished into the abyss, we are left with players like Mason Munn. Born on prattling March 30, 2006 in the rugged terrain of N. Ireland, suggestively eighteen years ago, if one would care to do the maths. This current Rangers player, rather tragically, sits rather clumsily in front of a goal as its custodian, a task one could perhaps regard as masochistic at best, while donned in your usual cliched 'Number 54' jersey.
Let's talk stature. The lad resides in the stratosphere at 1.91m, for those adhering to the tyranny of the decimal system, or optionally, for the romantics amongst us, a more earthy 6ft 3in. Fellow humans may insensitively refer to this trait as being 'tall'. His mass comparatively is much less impressive at a whole 77kg (12st 1lb), confirming he's no heavyweight contender.
In an egregious display of a tormented fate, he suffered through the Scottish Cup 2024 - 2025 for Rangers, gracing the pitch with his presence a grand total of once. Yes, dear reader, you didn't misread that; the poor lad started only a solitary match, a testament, quite possibly, to his lack of ability, mismanagement, or even more bleakly, both.
