It is just over 30 years since a tired Gary Smith own goal in extra time gave Rangers the League Cup and the first leg of an eventual treble, with Aberdeen playing the role of bridesmaid in all three competitions. The early stages of the match - taking place in the middle of a remarkable spell of games that included the Battle of Britain ties against Leeds United - were fast and furious but it couldn’t possibly last. Neither, in the end, could the fixture that was threatening to monopolise the tournament.  

Rangers and Aberdeen had met in the very first League Cup final in 1947 and again in 1979 but it was the four finals in the space of six years that really captured the imagination as a rivalry reached boiling point. The 1992 win was revenge for Aberdeen’s triumph in 1989, also a 2-1 victory, with Rangers strangely under-prepared. But it was the back-to-back finals in 1987 and 1988 that could easily claim their place as the finest showpiece matches that Scottish football has ever produced.  

A week today will be the first time that the two sides have met at this stage since 1992 and it is almost unthinkable that it will produce as much quality, drama and magic as those two games of football. Even when sandwiched by two Old Firm final wins for Rangers in 1986 and 1990, they still stand a class apart. Both played in a backdrop of controversy, they gave the country something to be genuinely proud of. For Rangers, they became famous for three of the finest goals ever scored, the birth of a new hero, the crowning glory of another and evidence of the strength in depth. Only two players played in both wins but it was a time when suspensions and injuries provided fuel for glory not excuse for failure. It was a time for heroes.  

‘He was a unique player, not comparable to any other. No, Davie Cooper was one of a kind.’ 

                                                           (Ruud Gullit) 

  

Sandy Jardine would often complain, tongue slightly in cheek, if not firmly, that one of the best goals he ever scored hardly gets a mention because of the goal that followed. Jardine ran the length of the field against Celtic at Hampden in the Drybough Cup Final of 1979 before hammering the ball past Peter Latchford to put Rangers 2-0 up. It was the Rangers third, however, with only 12 minutes remaining, that was all anyone would talk about. A goal from the footballing heavens, the kind of close control and presence of mind that aren’t bestowed on mere mortals. Davie Cooper had stolen the show. To score a goal that dominates a local pre-season tournament is one thing. To score one so iconic that it overshadows one of the greatest national cup finals in modern history is something else. Eight years later, on the same famous old ground, he would arguably do just that. 

The build-up to this Skol League Cup Final was as far from the kind of mesmerising Cooper grace and serenity as you could imagine. It had only been two weeks since Ian Durrant had handed in a transfer request following a bust-up with Souness relating to an altercation Durrant had ended up in after a night out. Thankfully for all parties, it had been smoothed over and the 20-year-old midfielder had kept his place in the heart of the Rangers team. The weekend before the final saw the carnage of the Old Firm league encounter at Ibrox, which resulted in goalkeeper Chris Woods and captain Terry Butcher being sent off, and they were later joined by Graham Roberts in the dock. While all hell was breaking loose at Ibrox, the reserve fixture was taking place at Parkhead, as was the custom at the time. Nicky Walker, who hadn’t played for the first team in over a year and managed only two appearances the season before following Woods’s arrival, had taken a knock on his knee. Peter McCloy had to run on to tell him to get going. ‘Woodsy’s just been sent off.’ He’d be needed in the cup final.

Aberdeen sat four points ahead of Rangers in the league and had only lost one game all season thus far in all competitions. They warmed up for the weekend with a 2-1 home win over Feyenoord in the UEFA Cup, and although they had lost the influence of Alex Ferguson in the dugout, replaced by Ian Porterfield in the autumn of 1986, they were still a strong outfit containing many of the side that had won the European Cup Winners’ Cup in 1983. Rangers were also in European action in midweek with a 3-1 home win over Gornik Zabre of Poland but were now in a cup final without their goalkeeper and captain. They were also without their player–manager Graeme Souness for this final for the second year in a row, after exceeding the cumulative penalty points. There was no touchline ban, but he would let Walter Smith take care of things on the bench as he sat up in the Main Stand. 

Rangers may have been 6/5 favourites (Aberdeen were 9/5 and the 3-3 draw was 80/1) but this was a huge test. A goalkeeper who had been shielded from this pressure for over a year, a makeshift and mismatched central defensive pairing of Graham Roberts and Richard Gough and a midfield missing their leader. However, there was no doubt that Souness trusted the youth and energy of Durrant and Derek Ferguson in the heart of his team. They had performed for him at Hampden the year before after all, plus he would have his lieutenant in there in the form of John McGrgeor, a recent transfer from Liverpool, on the right-hand side and the guile of Cooper on the other. Also, McCoist was hot. With 20 goals in 20 games, he was the form striker in the country, and, with Robert Fleck in support, Rangers had enough threat of their own. 

There was a defiance about the 50,000 or so Rangers fans that made up the 71,941 that were packed into that stadium. A very loud defiance. It was noticed by former Liverpool legend Ian St John, on co-commentary duty for STV, when he said that, "The Aberdeen fans are being outsung today but that’s just because the Rangers fans know more songs." Perhaps it worked better when Jimmy Greaves was there to laugh on cue. The team wasn’t quite as steadfast on the pitch. Despite an early effort from McCoist that flew over Jim Leighton’s bar, it was Aberdeen who looked most likely to score. Stuart Munro almost deflected a John Hewitt cross into his own net in the fourth minute, whereas Roberts looked all at sea when tussling with Willie Falconer, whom he would foul outside the box. Jim Bett’s free-kick was deflected and Walker did well to save from Neil Simpson.  

With only six minutes gone, Rangers were heavily under the cosh, and two minutes later Walker would concede a penalty. Alex McLeish’s ball over the top was intelligent and it caught the Rangers defence completely square, leaving Falconer with the space where he waited to be fouled by the stand-in keeper. Without Woods and Butcher, such a foundation stone of the recent success, the Rangers defence in those early minutes was a total mess. Always reliable from the penalty spot, Jim Bett did enough to give Aberdeen the lead as Jock Brown reminded television viewers that in the last eight finals only once has the team that conceded first gone on to win the cup. It should have been two for Aberdeen after 15 minutes as McLeish got away from Gough in the box, but his effort from six yards out was cleared off the line by Derek Ferguson.  

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Right from the first minute, Willie Miller had been committing the kind of fouls, without a booking, that would dominate discussion for weeks in the modern-day football media. His prime target was McCoist and he floored him with another bad one just inside the ‘D’ of the Aberdeen box. It was both brave and clever work by McCoist as he turned Miller instinctively, knowing that his calves would pay the price. ‘I’d be upset if I was Miller,’ said St John. ‘His foot makes clear contact with the ball.’ Neither Jock Brown beside him nor referee Bob Valentine on the field agreed and Rangers had an opportunity 20 yards from goal. 

Davie Cooper had hardly touched the ball in the opening 21 minutes. That was about to change. If his Drybrough Cup goal was all finesse and guile, this goal, at the same end of Hampden, was sheer power and precision. With relatively little back-lift, a cannon was unleashed on the Aberdeen goal and neither the wall, who had moved further out to meet the ball, nor Leighton, had the faintest hope of diverting it from its chosen trajectory. Cooper would famously later joke that Leighton had told him that he nearly got a hand to it. "Aye," replied Cooper, "on the way back out." Voted the second-greatest-ever Rangers goal by the listeners of Heart and Hand in 2018, it was a simply stunning strike to roar Rangers back into a cup final where they had been shaking. "I had the wind behind me and just blasted it," he said after the game, as if it was so simple that all you or I needed was a bit of a breeze too. ‘" Brazilian trapped in a Scotsman’s body," is how the late Ray Wilkins described him, no stranger himself to playing football in a fashion not entirely in sync with his national heritage. It was certainly a goal of which Rivelino or Roberto Carlos would have been proud as Cooper raced away to embrace the wild celebrations in the North Enclosure, in which he would have been standing had he not been a genius. 

The equaliser had settled Rangers down and they played the next 20 minutes with far more assurance and cohesion at the back, although Falconer did have the ball in the net but it was correctly ruled out for a foul on Walker. With five minutes remaining before the interval, Rangers went ahead with a goal that would have been fêted for generations had it been scored in any other cup final. Admittedly it started from an Aberdeen error, a Bobby Connor throw deep inside his own half where he looked in about five minds before trying to go long up the line, and it was intercepted easily by Jimmy Nicholl, whose header was laid back out by Fleck for Ian Durrant. Durrant managed to get a header of his own towards McCoist, who provided a beautiful return pass which put Durrant clean through with just Leighton to beat. He did so with the outside of his right boot in the most impudent fashion, finishing off a move of lightning pace, intelligent movement and incisive passing. Once again it was Cooper and Durrant, at either ends of a career, fully relishing the opportunities opened to them by Graeme Souness. 

 To the modern eye, where cup finals seem more cagey and conservative, this shimmers like something from another time. Which, of course, it is. Those grainy newsreels of the 1958 World Cup, the introduction of Pelé that I watched as a child are closer to this final than the time I write now. The Scottish League Cup Final has lost over 0.5 goals on average in the first 20 finals of the 21st century compared to the final 20 of the previous. The spirit of carefree abandon was still in evidence as the second half got underway, with both sides having their opportunities. With Cooper becoming more involved in the central areas, tackling hard and spraying it around like his manager, he released Durrant, who went inches wide after good link-up play with Fleck. Falconer had another great chance when he was sent through by Hewitt. The Rangers defence was sleeping but Walker was alert and was able to salvage the situation in contrast to the early events of the first half. On the stroke of the hour Aberdeen made a change that would alter the game as Neil Simpson was replaced by the mercurial Peter Weir. He would take up his post on the left, meaning that Joe Miller would come over to the right flank and Hewitt would support the target man Falconer in a more central role.  

With 18 minutes remaining, Aberdeen got the equaliser their pressure merited. Joe Miller escaped Cooper down the Rangers left and flighted over a decent cross which Walker initially came for and then changed his mind, hoping that Roberts would win the aerial duel with Falconer. He did, but it wasn’t a powerful header out and Hewitt had plenty of time and little attention around him, as he drilled a shot low through the bodies and into the net. 

Rangers should have been ahead once again soon after, however, as Durrant was clearly clipped inside the box by the untouchable Willie Miller. A tired but obviously mistimed tackle, not dangerous, just clumsy. Valentine waved it away, however, and Aberdeen then sought to capitalise. The danger was now all down the Rangers left-hand side. Souness had been down south the day before looking at the England and Nottingham Forest left-back Stuart Pearce and this is perhaps why he thought that there was a need to strengthen in that area. Miller was involved again before the ball came back to Bett just outside the box, where he sent over a delightful ball for Falconer to attack if he could just beat Roberts. He did, Walker was stationary and, with only eight minutes to go, Aberdeen were ahead in this cup final.  

It is the fashion now for football fans of every team to see bias everywhere they look. From commentators to columnists, if they don’t confirm our very own biases and re-affirm our hopes, we take deafening umbrage. There is no modern equivalent, in a domestic game at least, for Ian St John’s off-mic exclamation of "YES!", as Falconer’s header hit the back of the Rangers net. A quite remarkable moment in the coverage of what was now becoming a classic match. 

There was no panic or despondency in the Rangers side, however. Perhaps it would have been if this had been in the Scottish Cup, a troublesome competition where players can easily convince themselves that it’s not theirs to win. However, this was very much ‘our’ trophy. The team continued to probe, almost expecting that there would be one more chance to come. McCoist tested Leighton before Ferguson went over the bar, his last action before being replaced by Trevor Francis. Gough was sent up, with the events of the weekend before in mind, as Cooper twisted away trying to find that one perfect angle. In the end that vital chance came from something a little more agricultural as Jimmy Nicholl sent a ball in the air, like a rugby up-and-under. Graham Roberts may have had his moments of insecurity in this game, but this wasn’t one of them as he met the ball flush whilst cementing Willie Miller in the process. Durrant was first to it with the presence of mind to lay it cutely into the path of Fleck, who swept it away, not boasting the aesthetics of the first two goals but the same sharpness of thought and instinct. With only three minutes left, the match was tied again. There were no cheers from St John. There were plenty from Walter Smith on the Rangers bench. 

Extra time gave us more of the same but with tired limbs and minds. Both McCoist and Falconer had clear-cut chances to win the cup. Falconer headed straight at Walker from close range (which induced another shout in the commentary box) and McCoist lashed over the bar following an excellent flowing Rangers move, at the centre of which, once more, was Durrant. Fleck brought a save from Leighton whilst, in a moment that would have repercussions, Joe Miller cramped up late on in the second period as the breakaway was possible. His namesake and captain was finally booked when he ended John McGregor’s afternoon and he was replaced by Avi Cohen whilst leaving the field in a stretcher. By the end there were a lot of socks rolled to the ankles, typical of an elongated game in that era and, whilst the action raged from one end to the other, Trevor Francis strolled the Hampden turf as if it was his front room. He’d have one of the final chances of the extra period, which whistled past the post, but he’d have his say eventually. 

And so one of the greatest Hampden Cup finals would fittingly become the first Scottish final to be decided by penalty kicks, previously the exclusive preserve of competitions like the European Cup and World Cup. The first two takers, McCoist and Bett, were the kind you would put your mortgage on, and they didn’t disappoint, with McCoist going low and Bett going high into either corner. The third taker was the kind that you’d bet your neighbour's mortgage on too. From the same spot where he won the previous season’s trophy, Davie Cooper blasted home his penalty with the utmost confidence. It should have been Joe Miller next, but he was cramped up. Four Aberdeen players had put up their hands, one had to be coerced.  

 The Welsh international Peter Nicholas had missed two penalties for Luton Town the season before, and he would add another to his collection at Hampden as his effort clipped the top of the bar. Robert Fleck compounded the advantage when he wrong-footed Leighton, but Weir did the same to Walker to keep Aberdeen in the frame. The fourth Rangers penalty, even in this game that had everything, was something special. With Jim Leighton trying his best to channel Bruce Grobbelaar on the goal line, Trevor Francis was forced to re-spot the ball, after which he took two steps back and one step forward before perfectly placing the ball in the bottom left-hand corner. Leighton, who guessed correctly, was absolutely incensed at being beaten by such insouciance and cool. 

 John Hewitt, another star turn on an afternoon full of them, was the eighth player to convert an excellent penalty before the stage was set for Ian Durrant, the man of the match, to win the cup for Rangers. As Joe Miller prayed on the halfway line, Leighton wasn’t given a chance in hell as Durrant found the corner before running to the Rangers end where he turned around, arms aloft at only 20 years old, to take the adulation of his teammates. "You have to feel for Willie Miller and his team," was St John’s immediate response and, in fairness, most would. In a week that hardly showcased the best of Scottish football, here was a game that was a genuine exhibition of attacking and entertaining football. Two good sides, at the time evenly matched, going at each other with pace, skill and power for 120 exhausting minutes. Graham Roberts looked a touch sheepish, climbing the stairs as he stood in for his skipper to collect both trophies. Rangers were to keep the Skol Cup, basically a silver tankard, as it was the fifth time that it had been secured, whereas the League Cup had now been retained for a record 15th time. It would also be a final for individual records as Davie Cooper overtook Billy McNeil when he picked up his seventh League Cup-winners’ medal.  

 This match is rightly considered to be the greatest of all the League Cup games in which Rangers played. A competition that has given Rangers so much and, when played in the autumn, it could provide a platform for a season, but nevertheless it is always seen as the weaker part of the domestic triumvirate of honours. The magic of those finals from the 80s and 90s has been retained, however. Rangers would contest eight out of the nine finals from 1986, winning seven, set within a perfect window of time where fans could enjoy them live in colour on a Sunday afternoon but before a time where the footballing landscape on television would be blown wide open and, as such, the fixture would grow more and more parochial. In that era, it felt like the most important game in the world to younger bears watching at home, sheltered from the wider world of football but still spellbound by a contest that was consistently exciting and entertaining. None more so than in 1987. 

 Although it had a star cast, it was an afternoon that belonged to both Ian Durrant and Davie Cooper, and it would be the final time that both names ended up on a Rangers scoresheet. We’d never know exactly what insight and instruction Cooper could have brought to future generations as his life was cruelly cut short in 1995. We’d never know if Durrant could have done what Cooper decided not to do and take the continent by storm, as those crucial years of his career were robbed from him. Both with a mischievous sense of humour and a burning love for the club, they had a dark lull in the middle of their Rangers careers that was contrasted by the startling brightness at either end. Both players would surely win a great many votes in any fan poll to select an all-time Rangers XI.  

 When Ruud Gullit was asked to select an all-time greatest XI of those he had played with or against, he chose Davie Cooper, who had mesmerised him whilst playing against his Feyenoord side in 1984. Zinedine Zidane and Ronaldinho were left on the bench.  

‘I hope the wee man was watching. We’ve won for him’ 

                                                 (Graeme Souness, post-match) 

  

In a sense, the Skol League Cup Final of 1988 was best defined by a player who didn’t participate at all. He couldn’t, of course. Two weeks previously Rangers and Aberdeen faced off for the first time that term in a league match at Pittodrie. Rangers suffered their first defeat of the season; however, much worse to befall Ian Durrant, whose right knee ligaments were left in much the same state as his career. The assault by Neil Simpson was the worst, but not the only violent incident in an encounter that left referee Louis Thow’s door unhinged following a meeting with Terry Butcher’s foot and the Scottish football press in a state of deep soul-searching. "When players of the limitless ability of Durrant are so severely damaged," wrote Alan Davidson in the Evening Times, "it becomes time to ask serious questions of the morality of the game and it is legitimate, too, to wonder if it is indeed worth the candle."

The Simpson tackle was arguably the apotheosis of what was becoming the dominant rivalry in Scottish football. A violent undertone was never far away from the surface of the fixture since Aberdeen’s resurgence, as the 1970s gave way to the 1980s, ran in stark contrast to Rangers’ decline. However, this had taken that tension to a new level and all the build-up to the final, so soon after this dark episode, was dominated by fears of a Hampden battlefield. The BBC, as part of their studio guest line up, had former grade one referee Alan Ferguson in to speculate on the job that the match referee George Smith had in store. He wasn’t ambiguous in his thoughts on Simpson’s selection for the final. "I’m absolutely astonished at the naivety of the Aberdeen management and Aberdeen as a club, that Simpson is actually on the park today. I think that if you’re trying to stop vendettas happening then you have to remove the source of that vendetta in the first place."

The game was marked by Durrant’s absence too. This was the third final in a row for Rangers and the success of the previous two was in no small part down to the young midfielder. His capacity for running into space at the right time opened the scoring in the Old Firm final of 1986 and his ability to drive fearlessly at the heart of a defence put Rangers into a 2-1 lead in the classic final against Aberdeen the year before. Without this, Rangers would have to rely more on width, most notably that of Mark Walters, to try and open a famously stubborn defence.  

Rangers started with Woods; Stevens, Butcher, Gough, Brown; Walters, Wilkins, Ian Ferguson and Neale Cooper, with Kevin Drinkell partnering Ally McCoist up front. It would very much be a tight midfield three of Cooper, Ferguson and Wilkins with Walters roaming on whatever flank he felt would be more fruitful. When on the left wing, Rangers were well served by Gary Stevens, who at the time was arguably the finest right back in British football. The issue was more acute when he exposed John Brown on the other side. Aberdeen, under the management of Alex Smith, adopted a standard 4-4-2 with Snelders in goal behind a back four of McKimmie, McLeish, Miller and Robertson, a midfield four of Connor, Simpson, Bett and Hewitt with the contrasting partnership of Charlie Nicholas and Davie Dodds in attack. 

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This final, for the first hour at least, lacked anywhere near the same level of flair and technical assurance of the 1987 epic. Much of the play, mostly from Aberdeen, was extremely direct and the only two goals of the first half both came from defensive errors. Rangers were ahead before 15 minutes had been played. David Robertson, still three years before his move to Ibrox, gave Snelders a weak throw to deal with and Kevin Drinkell pounced. Snelders was beaten in no man’s land and could only pull the Englishman to the floor inches inside the box. He guessed the right way for the penalty but he wouldn’t have saved McCoist’s spot kick in ten attempts. The delight was short-lived, however, as Aberdeen drew level on 19 minutes with a goal that typified a scrappy opening period. John Hewitt delivered a second corner in quick succession and it was missed by all of Woods, Butcher, Gough and McLeish before being diverted into the net via the thigh of Dodds. Drinkell, Stevens and Walters all went close, but Aberdeen were comfortable and kept Rangers to the periphery. 

 Rangers had a sharper focus at the start of the second half. Drinkell and McCoist were carving out half chances as Gough and Brown were encouraged to roam forward and draw the opposition out. However, half chances were all they were getting as Aberdeen began to swamp Ray Wilkins in midfield and keep the attacks at bay. His partner Ian Ferguson was having a quiet game until the 56th minute. Walters won a throw down by the right-hand corner flag which Stevens launched into the Aberdeen box, where it was nudged away from the unlucky Drinkell by Willie Miller but right into the traction engine that was Ferguson’s right foot. A bicycle kick from 14 yards in a cup final as the Rangers fans were already deep into a rendition of ‘God Save The Queen’. Fergie was already a cup final hero, scoring the winner in the 1987 Scottish Cup Final for St Mirren, but even he would have struggled to script that moment any better.  

 It was a volley that ignited a dramatic final third. Rangers, now with the space on the counter, looked as if they would wrap it all up. Walters went inches over with a rasping drive before McCoist hit the bar with a cross-cum-shot. However, like in the first half, Aberdeen were soon back level and it was in no small part down to a Rangers mistake. Terry Butcher was dispossessed by Charlie Nicholas in midfield with a weak tackle that was not exactly in keeping with the captain’s reputation. He immediately released Bett in space down the Rangers left and his deep cross was met by a looping header from Dodds, which Woods could only watch sail over him and into the net. A second goal for Dodds, much maligned and underrated as a player, but it was not one that would leave Woods and Butcher, the bedrock of the Souness revolution, looking too pretty.  

 The final 20 minutes typified an old-fashioned cup final of the time. Woods would atone from a similar position as he prevented the worst possible pre-match scenario any Rangers fan could have envisaged. Aberdeen took a quick free kick around 30 yards from goal and Neil Simpson, the pantomime villain, attempted a chip that was heading for the top left-hand corner before the England goalkeeper managed to scramble back to tip over, smashing his back against the goalpost in doing so. The cup could have gone to either side in the last four minutes of the match. Aberdeen walked through an exhausted Rangers midfield and Jim Bett found himself in acres of space behind John Brown at left-back. Woods did his job in narrowing the angles but Bett, such a composed and accomplished player, snatched at the shot and the ball was dragged harmlessly wide. "The chance to win the cup if ever there was one," screamed Archie McPherson on commentary. There would be more. 

At last, McCoist began to find space in the penalty area as Rangers bounded straight back up the field but he blazed over. Miller and McLeish, now very much in the autumn years of a fruitful partnership, had kept him smothered but the cracks were starting to appear as fatigue kicked in. Eventually, McCoist would get a final opportunity which he didn’t pass up. Once more it came from an aerial cross ball that was headed back and nudged away from its target (Drinkell again) before finding Ally seven yards out to sweep the ball home through the legs of Snelders. It was classic McCoist and the thousands packed into those Hampden terraces could have been forgiven for thinking that was it all done. 

Not quite yet. There was one further chance for Aberdeen to take the final into extra time for a second year on the spin and again it came from errors down our left-hand side. This time Butcher couldn’t make a simple clearance on the bye line and Woods spilled the cross into the path of Dodds, who was denied a dramatic hat-trick by the diving Gary Stevens. Finally, time was up. 

 One of the most striking things about this game to the modern eye is the lack of squad rotation used by Souness. 86 minutes on the clock, Aberdeen nearly breaking down the door to snatch the cup and he hadn’t used a single substitute. It’s therefore no real surprise that Rangers would lose in Cologne a few days later in the UEFA Cup or that Ally McCoist would pick up a hamstring injury at Love St the following weekend. It was full throttle, very much in the manager’s image. 

 This match may lack the overall quality of the previous two finals, however, it does resonate with fans for a few reasons, besides the drama of a late cup winner by a club legend. Rangers were now in a blood duel with Aberdeen that would last for the next five years in any meaningful footballing sense. For fans of a certain generation, during that period, namely mine, this was a fixture that invoked more excitement and trepidation than any Old Firm match. Secondly, it was yet more evidence in the memory bank that Rangers, despite losing such an exceptional talent so cruelly, would adapt their approach and find a way to win trophies. Aberdeen would finally beat Rangers in the 1989 final and would add the Scottish Cup at the end of that season; however, more often than not over the coming seasons, when the time came they were posted missing. Whilst Rangers fans savoured the accumulation of titles, their Grampian counterparts would celebrate Simpson’s brutality with more pride than any scarce Hampden triumph. More ‘Rent Free’ than ‘Stand Free’. 

In the end, it was just very typical of the Souness conveyor belt that churned throughout the era, that when one piece of midfield dynamite was taken away another explosive hero would pop up with a bicycle kick that even Her Majesty would enjoy.