Football, undoubtedly, can often bring out the worst in people. But it can also bring out their best. And nowhere is this illustrated more clearly than when grappling with the issue of tragedy chanting.
It is 4.20am on a Sunday morning when I arrive at the imposing main doors to Ibrox, driving past the stragglers finally heading home from the pubs and clubs of Govan. The bus laid on by Rangers, taking their Charity Foundation's walking footballers south to Liverpool for a tournament bringing together clubs who have been beset by their own individual tragedies, is set to leave in 10 minutes. I’m the last to arrive.
