CGY Janser participates in the Highland games

[Daniel Janser 2,169]

After a hearty welcome by Adam, Callum's grandfather and chieftain of the Ferguson clan, the Swiss defender had to stay for a traditional Scottish dinner. His uncles and aunts were there as well and with them his cousins as well. Once the table was cleared, his granda addressed Callum: 'Cal, it is a spot of good look that you are here at this time.'

'Why is that, pops?' asked the NYA alternate captain.

'See, Connor was meant to represent our clan in the Highland games. But that fool managed to dislocate his shoulder in a rugby match against the MacLeod clan.'

'Yeah, that was unwise. He should have known better than to partake in a game against our arch rivals in the Highland games. Do you suspect foul play?'

'Nay, he twisted his arm when he stumbled over his own feet. As much as it grieves to say that, but this time the MacLeod's are not to blame for our misery. Regardless, we do not want to lose against them.'

'Listen, Adam. I am ready to stand in for Connor, but contractually I cannot participate in the log throwing, too much risk for an injury. I am sure you understand.'

'Aye, that I do. We signed up Fergus for that competition anyway.'

'I see why you would do that. Uncle Fergie has four inches on me and another eight stone on the scale by my guess.'

'That is about right. Thanks for doing this, Callum.'

'We are family. Even though I do not bear the name, I carry the blood. Of course I will help you out. I have not forgotten the good times I had here, whenever we visited here. And I cannot let it happen that the MacLeods have the better of us. Time to begin the training then, I am a wee rusty, ye ken?'