Rangers

Rather gusto-sappingly, Rangers, or more precisely their latest incarnation, was inaugurated without much pomp and ceremony in the summer of 2012. Their home, if you can attribute such a warm sentiment to a piece of land, is the much-sung about - or in depending on your persuasion - Ibrox Stadium, part of the grim canvas defining post-industrial Scotland. Heavy-pocketed or more likely heavy-in-debt, depending on the latest financial acrobatics, their current battalion of football mercenaries commands a market value in the realm of £81m, a figure deftly wrangled from Transfermarkt. In sheer numerical terms, their roster boasts about 34 strong and adequately skilled sportspersons. A tad dispiriting or reassuring, again depending on your flag of allegiance, most players barely cross the threshold of early adulthood with the average age skimming around the mid-twenties. This season, the team has been seen kicking the leather about in a couple of competitions - the domestic "Premiership" and the dubious honour that is the "Champions League Qualifiers". Remember, of course, their exploits in both have so far amounted to - well let’s keep it a gentleman’s secret for now. In sum, Rangers exist, they are a football club, and they happen to play in Scotland. Not the most inspiring tale, but if anything, it's a testament to human resilience or folly, depending on how you look at it.