Jo Inge Berget doesn’t have a great story behind his beard.
Up close, it looks like a loose patch of fescue on a fairway. Its natural almond color turns golden in the light, giving it a wiry appearance, like a brillo pad on its last wash. The thickness makes it look uncomfortable, like straw, even if it’s fashionable. He oils and shampoos it daily. On away trips, Berget spends time trimming it in his hotel room, a routine to kill downtime on the road.
He sounds apologetic when he admits laziness spawned the beard four years ago while he was playing out on loan at Celtic.