I think my football career is proof enough of that.
When I was growing up in Stirling, it was at a time when Scotland was producing two types of player: the dribbler and the tough guy. You’d beat people or you’d nail people. That was the split, especially if you grew up in a mining village like I did.
I was a dribbler and I was alright. I wouldn’t say I was some incredible talent, I was just okay. One day, I came home to find that a scout from Celtic had been in contact to see if I wanted to go for a trial, but my dad had sent him on his way because he wasn’t a Celtic supporter!