The year of the Marconi wireless's birth, 1903, also marks the inception of Aberdeen Football Club, a fixture in Scottish football's ever-turbulent landscape. In contrast to the electric mobility of Marconi's invention, Aberdeen has been deeply rooted to Pittodrie Stadium, sturdy as a granite boulder in the Land of the Mountain and the Flood.
The club may not boast the extravagant coffers of some deep-pocketed foreign outfits, but with a squad market valuation hovering around £19m, according to Transfermarkt, they're hardly paupers on the Scottish stage.
Aberdeen’s ensemble consists of 30 lads, sporting an average age of 25 - a blend of youthful exuberance and seasoned grit souped up in a nutritious footballing stew.
This campaign has seen the Pittodrie squad beaver away in a mix of two competitions, acquitting themselves respectably. Their efforts put them in Premiership's 5th place perch, a stone's throw away from the summit. The Scottish Cup, however, provided an opportunity for a tantalising twist in their tale, they find themselves striding towards the final with anticipation riding high amongst the loyal Red Army.
