JOHN J O’CONNOR laments the passing of one of the greatest Scottish exports, the fiery-tempered, scrawney-legged little wizards of the wing

John Robertson Amotley bunch of late-forties earlyfifties somethings...we’re sitting in a cozy tavern on a sultry summer’s evening, enjoying a few cold sherbets and reminiscing about the good old days. As usual someone brings up the fact that in the dear old 70’s we all left our doors open and could go down the pub, have four pints, get fish and chips on the way home and still have change out of a pound. Of course ...