When told the subject of the photographer’s attention is a rugby league player from the east end of the city, the man grunts, murmurs “good luck to him” and retreats to the familiarity of his bottle.
‘WHO does he play for then?” demands the drunk, loitering on the bank of the Clyde and gesturing towards the athletic figure on Glasgow’s St Andrew’s Suspension Bridge.
When told the subject of the photographer’s attention is a rugby league player from the east end of the city, the man grunts, murmurs “good luck to him” and retreats to the familiarity of his bottle.