Bonnyloyal
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The Dane told the podcast Højt Spil: "We need to go back to my time in Glasgow. I'm lying asleep on a Friday night, then I hear my dog barking faintly, as if he's outside, so I go where the door is open to the garden, and there's my dog lying out in the garden.
"I turn on the light, and the kitchen is just a mess. There's been a break-in, and I haven't heard a thing. I go out and grab my dog, who's completely bruised, and there's fur everywhere. So they threw the dog out, went into my house, and took all the keys to the house, keys to all my cars. The police then tell me that my other cars need to be moved because they'll definitely come back for them.
"It then gets in the newspaper that a Glasgow Rangers player has been burgled and all this. So two days later in the evening, I'm watching football, and I see the car we've seen on video, and it stops outside. I hide behind my car, where I'll jump out. I don't know why, but I just want to grab him.
"When I jump out, he jumps into the car and drives off. Then my neighbour comes out and asks what's going on, so I jump into his car and chase them, but they get away from us. Then I got a call from someone on behalf of Mr. Jackson. Mr. Jackson is a Rangers fan, and nobody should mess with them. He could say that my computer and phone were sold, but my car was still driving around Glasgow just on different plates.
"And he'd make sure to get it back to me. A few hours later, he calls and asks if he should bring the car home to me. You just place it up at the police station; I don't want anything to do with it, I say. The police call the next day and say they've had the car delivered. Then a few more days go by, and I'm sitting at Peter Løvenkrands' place, when there's a knock on the door. And there's a very unpleasant man standing outside.
"He's got all the car keys, house keys, EVERYTHING. It's from Mr. Jackson, he says. Mr. Jackson naturally expects to get a signed jersey with all the Rangers players. Then the same man calls me again, saying they've now figured out who did it. He then says that if I want to see who it is, they'll be admitted to the hospital the same evening.
"The next day, the police call and say they've arrested them, but they were admitted to the hospital. I still don't know who Mr. Jackson is, but I asked around the club, and he's apparently a big shot in the Glasgow underworld."
"I turn on the light, and the kitchen is just a mess. There's been a break-in, and I haven't heard a thing. I go out and grab my dog, who's completely bruised, and there's fur everywhere. So they threw the dog out, went into my house, and took all the keys to the house, keys to all my cars. The police then tell me that my other cars need to be moved because they'll definitely come back for them.
"It then gets in the newspaper that a Glasgow Rangers player has been burgled and all this. So two days later in the evening, I'm watching football, and I see the car we've seen on video, and it stops outside. I hide behind my car, where I'll jump out. I don't know why, but I just want to grab him.
"When I jump out, he jumps into the car and drives off. Then my neighbour comes out and asks what's going on, so I jump into his car and chase them, but they get away from us. Then I got a call from someone on behalf of Mr. Jackson. Mr. Jackson is a Rangers fan, and nobody should mess with them. He could say that my computer and phone were sold, but my car was still driving around Glasgow just on different plates.
"And he'd make sure to get it back to me. A few hours later, he calls and asks if he should bring the car home to me. You just place it up at the police station; I don't want anything to do with it, I say. The police call the next day and say they've had the car delivered. Then a few more days go by, and I'm sitting at Peter Løvenkrands' place, when there's a knock on the door. And there's a very unpleasant man standing outside.
"He's got all the car keys, house keys, EVERYTHING. It's from Mr. Jackson, he says. Mr. Jackson naturally expects to get a signed jersey with all the Rangers players. Then the same man calls me again, saying they've now figured out who did it. He then says that if I want to see who it is, they'll be admitted to the hospital the same evening.
"The next day, the police call and say they've arrested them, but they were admitted to the hospital. I still don't know who Mr. Jackson is, but I asked around the club, and he's apparently a big shot in the Glasgow underworld."
