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Two Iranian men have been seriously injured in what police believe may have been a racially-motivated attack in Glasgow.

The men, aged 17 and 31, were attacked by three men armed with bladed weapons as they walked through Castlemilk Park at about 12:45 on Wednesday.

Both sustained serious injuries in the incident and were taken to Glasgow Victoria Infirmary.

Their condition is described as serious but stable.

Det Sgt John Stewart said: "The two friends were walking through the park to the local shops when the men, all white and wearing tracksuits, attacked them.

"It was totally unprovoked and following inquiries we believe that it may have been racially motivated.

"The two men sustained very serious injuries which may leave permanent scarring. It was a terrifying and violent assault."

He added: "Officers are currently checking CCTV in the area and an incident caravan is now in place near to the scene." 


 

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