The Great Chonofski; a man of few words, a man of action. A man who can run through packs like lightening through a wet dog; nay, a man’s whose football ability leaves the very gods themselves trembling with envy! When the story of the Great Chonofski and his singularly epic display of football prowess on that fateful day is passed from father to son; some will claim to have been there – in the vainglorious hope that their own football skills will improve by mere association

The coldest morning in umpteen years and the bus rejects not one but two batteries, leaving 16 southern sippers to mill around Stirling Labour Club car park looking for a warmed seat, or failing that a milk crate. Meanwhile, in remotest Flynn the North Side Two cooled their heels in said, heated most probs, vehicle. Still we got away, eventually, only about two hours late, but no matter, for what were the Wombats gonna do, start without us? Despite this inauspicious start,