The 20-year-old pulled out of the squad meaning he is not bound to Scotland until a competitive cap is earned
Haw, mate! Yi willnae believe whit I’ve jist heard! That wee bugger, Elliott Anderson, huffed and puffed, an’ pulled oot o’ the squad! Ah tell ye, he’s no bound tae Scotland noo, unless he earns a cap in a proper competition!

Now, I ken whit ye’re thinkin’, Rab. Ye’re thinkin’, “Whit’s the big deal?” But lemme tell ye, it’s like a gift fae the fitba gods, ken? This lad, Anderson, he could’ve played fur oor ae eternal rivals, Celtic, but noo it’s aw gone tits up fur them!

Ye kent I hate the bloody hoops, Rab. They’re a sorry bunch o’ numpties, always thinkin’ they’re better than thon mighty Rangers Club. But noo, Anderson’s nae longer in Celtic’s clutches! Ah’m buzzin’!

Ye see, mate, Rangers Club is mah team, mah blood’s blue fur ’em. Any opportunity tae gloat aboot thae obnoxious rival o’ oors, ah’ll grab it. It’s like a victory lap, aye!

So, let’s bask in this triumph, Rab. Let’s rejoice in this glorious moment when a player, aye, a talent like Anderson, slips oor rivals’ grasp and we keep dominatin’ Scottish fitba.

Ah swear, mate, this news has made mah day! Anderson’s nae tied tae Scotland noo. He’s free tae earn his cap somewhere else, but ye ken whit cap I’m rootin’ fur, aye? The raucous cheers at Ibrox when he dons the famous blue jersey! Ah cannae wait!

It’s a bonny day, Rab. A bonny day fur Rangers Club, an’ a terrible yin fur Celtic. Just keeps gettin’ better, disnae it? Ah’m lovin’ it!