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Date: 27th November 2025
Yes Sir, sir can boogie…
Donald C Stewart
A sketchy and humorous look at the outpourings of the great, the good and the not so good of Scottish fitba’ by Donald C Stewart. Readers are warned that if they take this seriously then therapy is available – just let us know where you find it so we can pass it on to others…
The video evidence is unmistakable. A certain Mr Clarke of Hampden, has been seen tripping the light fantastic, dancing the night and early morning away through video evidence which was beamed into every house within Scotland.
Fans have reacted well. “I never actually noticed,” said one, Confused of Cumbernauld. “In fact, after qualifying for a World Cup with three worldie goals, anything is possible, aint it?”
Aside from the call for Glasgow Prestwick International Airport to be renamed the “How long can HE stay in the air” McTominay International or the approach allegedly being made by Mumsnet to make McTominay their ambassador, there are several thousand Tartan Army foot soldiers rubbing sore heads and wondering if they dreamt it all.
Could it be, that Kenny McLean scored from his own half? Did a left back hit a screamer past his own teammate? How did Laurence Shankland only manage a tap in? National monuments must surely follow? Let us all look forward to the I were there misrememories of thousands in the future over “one of the greatest nights we have ever had,” according to everyone who watched it.
And so, Mr. Clarke, who’s career at panto as Grumpy the Dwarf, post international manager, is obviously up the Swanee, as he has been outed as a jovial big chap.
There is no denying as there is clear evidence on phone, on camera and in person, not only of him jumping up and down like a Maddie at the side of a park, but also him indulging in some dad dancing.
The Scottish Football Association had yet to issue a statement, which would clarify just exactly why Mr Clarke, over many, many years, has been seen as a miserable sod.
And so, that undercover persona, cultivated over six years in Hampden seems to have disappeared from Mr Clarke’s demeanour on a certain Tuesday night in the middle of November.
And what a night.
Mid-November, back in 25.
We saw not just four exquisite goals being put in the back of the net against Denmark, the opportunity for legends to be made by qualifying for a World Cup, but Mr Clarke was also seen cavorting around Hampden, looking for all the world like a supporter who has waited nearly three decades to get into a wee pot that means we are back in the big time.
Wonder if Rod Stewart is available for the draw…
Fans organisations across the whole of the country have offered Mr Clarke immediate membership to ensure that he continues to demonstrate a side of him that is seldom seen.
He spoke during the post-match interview with the BBC of how he had woken that morning without the usual butterflies in his stomach.
Nobody has been able to contact the butterflies or their representatives to find out why they had abandoned him.
Further awards are surely likely to happen, given that Mr Clarke should be up for an OBE, an MBE, a CBE, a Damehood, becoming a Lord and or getting a huge, big, massive, humungous, towering statue at the front of Hampden.
In the meantime, the Tartan Army are making plans for the invasion of America in 2026.
And for that, everybody will forgive the dad dancing but hope that they see it again, this time in the sunshine of Florida or America or Mexico in 2026.
Oh, by the way, we’re coming, prepare yer roads!
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