The hilarious new Scottish football column by Jim Thornton
Better late than never
What’s the big fuss about Hearts paying their players seven hours late? Some of Andy Webster’s tackles are later than that.
My mole at Hampden tells me that the Scottish FA have plans to introduce an award for the player who has most shots at goal in a season. It’s to be called “The Ballooned Ower”.
Houston Dynamo have apparently shown interest in signing former Rangers striker Kris Boyd. Be honest, when did you last see the words “dynamo” and “Kris Boyd” in the same sentence?

Whilst the blue and green brigades might argue otherwise, this sorry state of affairs cannot be allowed to continue if our national game is to be reinvigorated. However, so far none of the great minds of the game (Henry McLeish, Vladimir Romanov, Chic Young) has been able to come up with a solution.
First of all, those teams outwith the Big Two get together and form themselves into a Rebel Ten; a sort of Old Firm manqué, as it were.
Then, at the start of each season, they select one of their number at random, and the others all agree to lie down to the lucky team when they play each other.
The ‘winners’ would therefore be guaranteed a minimum of ninety points, plus whatever they can glean from the Old Firm. Even if no points were taken from either of the Big Two, ninety points would have been enough to win the league four times in the last ten years. Simples!
Yes, I hear you say, but this smacks of collusion, cartels, and self-protection. Or is that the Old Firm you’re talking about?
Hold on, though, there could be one snag. Do you think Hibs could win even if their opponents were lying down to them?
Our Willie was refereeing a game in which Yogi was putting in his usual, honest shift. Now, Big John was never renowned for his silky soccer, and in this particular encounter his robust tackling clearly wasn’t pleasing the opposing fans. Eventually, one guy could take no more, and in his frustration threw a turnip at the big centre-half.
Fortunately, Yogi saw it coming and skipped nimbly out of the way. He then calmly picked up the tumshie and handed it over to Willie, who immediately reached into his pocket for his yellow card.
Inappropriate cliché, or what?
(I’ve had one of these scam letters looking for money as well. Penned ungrammatically in old-fashioned English, it said they were writing to me to solicit my succour. It could have been worse; they might have wanted to suck my solicitor.)
I see that Rangers defender Carlos Bocanegra is reading about Robert Burns to help familiarise himself with Scottish culture.
Apparently, he doesn’t say “Hello!” to Kirk Broadfoot any more, instead he greets him with “Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face …”
Kilmarnock manager Kenny Shiels says that his side like to get the ball into areas signing target Derek Riordan enjoys. Funny, I’ve never seen Killie playing in a nightclub before.




