That’s the Aberdeenshire (FA) Cup, taken seriously in that actual factual Saturdays (the Proper Mannies’ fitba day) are allocated to the competition. I did hear a while ago that the AC is the second oldest trophy still played for, just younger than the Scottish Cup. The original trophy was in the Dons’ possession after they won it a goodly number of times, and was lost in the 1971 fire.
The “shire” is no longer what Aberdeenshire was. Whilst the historic county still exists with important functions, the name was mistakenly given to the local authority area after the 1975/mid-90s reorganisations. So you now have pretendy “Aberdeenshire” stretching as far as the North Esk, ignoring the culture of the Mearns (I was at the Lewis Grassic Gibbon Centre on Friday night and am certain I heard the rumble of LLG’s remains as he spun in his grave in nearby Arbuthnott churchyard) and having the most perfect example of the oxymoron known to me in “Banff, Aberdeenshire”.
The Aberdeenshire Cup was the first trophy, of many, that I witnessed Keith winning, in April 1967, but it’s been 17 years since I last enjoyed a Keith triumph in the tournament when we gave Huntly a cuffing in Inverurie in 2009.