Former Rangers goalkeeper Jesper Christiansen has told how a “Glasgow underworld” big shot and Ibrox diehard helped recover his belongings after a break-in at his home during his team in Scotland.

And the Dane revealed how he was once let off with a speeding fine by a Rangers-daft policeman – in exchange for gold-dust Old firm tickets! Christiansen moved to Ibrox for a reported fee of around £2milllion in 2000 but made just a handful of appearances, including two in the Champions League against Sturm Graz and Monaco, with Stefan Klos the No. 1 for Dick Advocaat’s Light Blues at that time.

Christiansen, capped 11 times for Denmark, had loan spells at Vejle and Wolfsburg before moving to Viborg in a permanent move. He later joined Danish giants Copenhagen where he spent five years and played in the Champions League. And speaking on Danish podcast Hojt Spil in his homeland, the 45-year-old shared tale of terror one night. He said: “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 see 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 pick 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 Lovenkrands’ 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.

Christiansen in action for Gers in 2001

“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.”

Christiansen then told how being a Rangers player kept him out of trouble with the real boys in blue. He said: “Another story from my time in Glasgow was when I came home from Wolfsburg and had to rehabilitate, so I got fourteen days off from the club. I pack my car and drive towards Newcastle, where I’m going to catch a ferry because I need to go home. I’m driving, giving it quite a bit of gas, and at one point, there’s a Porsche behind me, flashing its lights at me. That’s quite bold, I thought, considering I was well over 200 km/h.

“So I pull over, but when he overtakes me, I think I’ll follow him because my car could keep up. Quite a bit further up the road, he’s been pulled over by the police. As I drive past him, I smile and feel a bit smug. Then I just hit the gas, and when I hit 250 km/h, I see some blue flashing lights, and I get pulled over. There are two police cars, damn it.

“Then a young guy comes out of the police car, takes me out of the car, and throws me into the backseat of the police car. There’s an older policeman sitting in the car, and he’s quite angry about the way I’ve been driving, which is understandable. I was young and cocky, so I was speeding.

“He starts telling me all sorts of things about this fine. My car was on temporary plates, so they couldn’t do much else than give me the fine. Suddenly, the older policeman interrupts and asks me if I play for Glasgow Rangers. Play? I’m injured at the moment, I say, to which he says that there’s the Old Firm next week. Aren’t you going to do that, he asks me, but I can’t because I’m injured and have been given time off.

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