A little something to warm your cockles on a Sunday morning. Some lovely technique (no, not ''tekkers'') from Gary Mackay-Steven. It is rare that we such impudence on the ball or so fine a touch.
To the Scottish romantics, Mackay-Steven is the latest in aa fine Scottish tradition where it isn't enough to beat the man marking you. No. One must make the crowd laugh at him as well.
The problem is we gasp. We nudge the pensioner next to us on the terraces spilling his Bovril. We think this is the one we have waited for so long. This is Scotland's saviour... and then we see the final ball.
That is something he can work on. Let's hope that this trickery and devilment isn't coached out of him. It is only a matter of time before he gets called up for Scotland. And if we must lose we may as well lose with a bit of bloody panache and swagger. Glorious failure is such a Scottish trait and, sadly, under Burley and Levein we haven't even failed gloriously.