Media, Satire, Scottish Football, SFA

Slagging Off The SFA

Good Evening.

Possibly not appearing in a newspaper near you tomorrow


Editorial: The Future of the SFA

This paper makes the big call that everyone has been waiting for.

By Ed. Band-Wagon

The Afternoon Guffaw has never shied away from confronting the biggest issues in Scottish football.

From the aeroplane legroom enjoyed by senior administrators, to the quality of biscuits in the press box, we have always lived up to the expectations of our loyal-yet-demanding readers and spoken truth to power. Or at least spoken to power. OK, we have doffed a cap to them, and given them our coats on a cold day.

From the warm applause we offered to the authorities for helping Rangers* to emerge from liquidation in 2012, to the palm leaves we scattered before Dave King in 2015, whenever there has been a boat to be rocked we have come over all seasick and gone for a lie-down.

So it will come as no surprise to you to read that we have decided to take a bold stance on the current circumstances surrounding the SFA. With no chief executive or Scotland manager in place, with problems in securing sponsors, and with a huge decision to make about the future of Hampden Park, this is a time for us to nail our colours to the mast.

Let there be no doubt, this paper has taken a long hard look at everything that has happened in Scottish football in recent years, and assessed the contribution of the governing body to it.

Having done this, we have absolutely no qualms in expressing our unshakable conviction that the SFA might not be quite as good as it should be.

While we wouldn’t wish to see the organisation abolished, or completely restructured, or substantively altered, or changed all that much, we do think that the Hampden power-brokers need to ask themselves some searching questions, and should commission a review of the standard of toilet roll on offer at the SFA’s HQ.

This is no half-hearted call on the part of this newspaper. We want the review to be comprehensive and encompass the toilet roll in both the gents’ and the ladies’.

However, we are also clear that the review needs to be constructive. There is nothing to be gained from pandering to the foaming-at-the-mouth elements on social media who would only pollute a debate about toilet roll by suggesting that they wouldn’t wipe their anonymous arses with our rag of a newspaper.

So we therefore invite – and indeed trust – the SFA to do the right thing in-house.

Our readers can rest assured that this paper will be unrelenting in its determination to hold the SFA to account. We will be like a dog with a bone. Especially if your image of a dog with a bone is a playful Andrex puppy looking for approval and cuddles.



NB Remember folks, it’s just a bit of fun…

Celtic, Media, SFA

Peter Lawwell Raises An Eyebrow

Good Evening.

Celtic CEO Peter Lawwell says few things in public.

Some of us think he has said piss-takingly few things in public given how his club – and its fans and shareholders – have seemingly been taken for a ride by the SFA’s approach to player registration, European licensing and coal-raking.

Amongst other things.

However, Mr Lawwell has tonight raised an eyebrow in public. An eyebrow raised in the direction of certain offices and office holders in Hampden.

Peter Lawwell does not readily move facial muscles in public. And he certainly doesn’t often do it in a way that might catch the eye of any potentially Rangers (IL)-pining elements of the Scottish sports media.

But he did so today. An eyebrow went up, and it seemed as though it was directed towards the SFA.

Elevated eyebrows are usually solely a matter for their owner. They generally convey no more than a casual gesture. However, we are taking about a Peter Lawwell eyebrow here.

And one which he raised without the assistance of his usually-hidden Fenian hand.

We will see how this almost imperceptible Lawwell contribution to the debate about the shambolic state of the governance of Scottish football pans out.

But, for what it’s worth, I suspect that whenever SFA office holders see a Peter Lawwell eyebrow in upward motion, they may have reason to try and restrain their bowels from ejecting an outward motion.

Let us hope so. After all, it seems as though there might be an awful lot of Hampden ‘shit’ worthy of expulsion. ๐Ÿ˜‰


NB Remember folks, it’s just a bit of satirical fun…

Media, Scottish Football, Sevco

A Stark Reminder To Liquidation Deniers

Good Evening.

The Clumpany was struck by this tweet and quote published by Sevco FC earlier today.

Like many folk on social media, The Clumpany greatly appreciated the frank admission from Sevco’s own current manager that the basket of assets still seeks its first (major) trophy.

Well done Mr Murty! You are clearly made of strong, truth-embracing stuff.

The Clumpany now looks forward to a tranquil state of acceptance finally washing over the Deluded State of Sevconia.

It was never going to be easy for them to accept that their sense of superiority is as baseless as their first club’s latter-day creditworthiness, but surely NOW – almost six years on – they are finally ready to embrace a truth that we all saw unfolding in 2012?

Let us keep the liquidation deniers in our thoughts during this difficult time as they come to terms with the Sevco manger confirming the creditor-stiffing truth that they perhaps would rather not see. Ever.

And in completely unrelated news, can I send the Evening Shark-Jump’s finest my unreserved compliments of this latest Rangers-free season? ๐Ÿ˜‰


NB Remember folks, they can lie, lie and lie again, but we all saw what happened in 2012

Media, Satire, Sevco

An Unfortunate Accident

Good Afternoon.

The Clumpany just had a distressed call from my good pal Alan, who I haven’t seen for a while.

He sounded frantic.

“Hi Clumpany. I’m just calling you to let you know what’s happened and to ask if you could bring a few things to the hospital for me.”

I was obviously alarmed and asked him what had happened. He sometimes gets hit by cars because the drivers don’t see him for some reason, but he usually takes it in his stride. So for him to actually be in hospital must have meant that something REALLY bad had occurred.

“It’s my own fault really. You know that bad habit I have…? No, not that one. And not that one either. And NO, it f*cking isn’t the other one. I gave that up ages ago.”

Alan is quite a character. He continued:

“No, it’s that thing I do in the street. No, not that thing. Or the other thing. I reached an understanding with them about that.”

Alan leads an interesting life. Finally, he got to the point:

“You know how I like to kick cans while I am out and about? If I see one littering the street I can’t resist giving it a good kick down the road. BOOM! And off it goes!

“Well, this has been going on for a few years now and over the last couple I had started to notice that whenever I kicked a can it was travelling less and less distance.

“So I tried harder. I started psyching myself up, and telling myself and anyone who would listen that I was the best can kicker in the world. I would shout and bellow and channel all of my aggression into my run-up as I tried to boot the can a bit further.

“But ultimately it made no difference. That kicked can kept ending up near and nearer to me. Until today….”

Adopting an understandably earnest tone, I invited Alan to reveal what had happened today.

“Well today I took the longest run-up ever, I shouted louder than ever, and I gave that can the biggest f*cking kick you have ever seen. Seriously Clumpany, it had the force of a bomb going off.

“And as my foot connected with the can, it stuck to my foot. It didn’t move an inch. The force of the impact rebounded on me, and I flew twenty feet into a wall. I’m in agony.

“For some reason, no one saw me there so I had to crawl to A&E. I then wrapped myself in some bandages and – oddly – it was at that precise moment that the doctor finally saw me and offered an immediate diagnosis.”

Extremely worried, I asked Alan what the doctor had diagnosed, and whether it was serious.

“You bet it’s serious Clumpany.

“He says I have bust my holding company.”



NB Remember folks, it’s just a bit of satirical fun…

Media, Satire

Safe And Secure

Good Morning.


The Clumpany invites you all to share in the joy that its finances are absolutely amazing, and that it has managed – uniquely in the entire history of humanity and ethereal entities – to obtain finance secured against its assets.

This must surely be a landmark moment? Possibly the most landmarkest landmark moment in the history of landmarkdom!

What an absolute triumph it is for The Clumpany to be able to stick two fingers up at all doubters – and possibly the general tenor of audited accounts – and be able to say “f*ck me, a comparatively modest amount of cash secured against my assets!”.

If the availability of a secured loan isn’t evidence of Happy Days Being Here Again*, (especially in these days of some enterprises being subject to a going concern warning), I don’t know what is!

All hail the totally unique provision of secured finance, and possible ambiguity over its potential implications!

Will the world ever see the like again?

Meanwhile, The Clumpany awaits the creation of something called ‘unsecured finance’. It really could prove useful to many people and also to potentially-struggling ethereal entities. ๐Ÿ˜‰


NB Remember folks, it’s just a bit of satirical fun…

Media, Satire

Can You Tell Me What Is Happening?

QuestionGood Evening.

The Clumpany has to inform you that a thing which didn’t happen, and which was unlikely ever to happen, is now less likely to happen.

However, it could still happen, and if it happens to happen, that would be a very happy happening. There would happen to be celebrations which would probably happen to be called ‘a happening’.

But if it ends up not happening, then we can expect to happen upon some very unhappy people who happen to hear the news. There would then happen to be no ‘happening’.

If you happen to happen upon the thing which didn’t happen actually happening, I hope you happen to mention it to me so that we can organise a really happening ‘happening’.

As it happens though, I happen to believe that the thing which didn’t happen, and which was unlikely ever to happen, definitely won’t happen. So there won’t happen to be a happening ‘happening’.

Because that happens to be the nature of happenings which don’t happen, and which were unlikely ever to happen. They happen not to happen.

Meanwhile, I happen to have happened upon the following news, and happen to have a question…

What the f*ck is happening?

NB Remember folks, it happens to be a bit of ‘happening’ fun…img_6835-2
Media, Satire, Scottish Football, SFA

How To Save Scottish Football

Good Evening.

Not appearing in tomorrow’s papers for some inexplicable reason… ๐Ÿ˜‰


Our Unspecific Plan To Save Scottish Football

This paper leads the way yet again by declaring its support for so-called ‘reform’.

By O.K. Careful-Now

Having seen Stewart Regan’s welcome departure from the SFA in recent days, this paper would like to make some loud but utterly unconvincing noises about the need to reform the governance of Scottish football.

Obviously we would prefer to do this without addressing any glaring issues around cheating and the non-payment of taxes which appear to trouble a number of apparently obsessed people masquerading as ‘football fans’ and ‘paying customers’.

As such – and savouring the smug feeling to be had from a lame-arsed pun on the name of a piss poor SFA initiative – we would like to introduce you to Project Pave.

This paper believes in not insulting the intelligence of its readers.

No, really…

We will therefore refrain from printing spin and vacuous soundbites about ‘bringing influence to bear to deliver change’ while simultaneously failing to outline any specific actions that we propose to take.

No, really…

We have too much respect for your ability to choose between ‘clicking on something vaguely plausible’ and ‘clicking on obvious shite’ to take you for mugs.

No, really…

Therefore, we ask you to savour the [*cough*] ‘details’ of Project Pave in all their glory.

Henceforth, this paper will:

  • put some colourful slabs down in your garden in a really nice pattern,
  • place a few tubs of flowers on the new patio, arranging them to spell out the words “An opportunist newspaper peddling pie in the sky”; and
  • set up a barbecue on the above-mentioned patio. A barbecue upon which your hopes of a reformed SFA and a credible approach towards years of industrial-scale cheating can be burnt to a crisp.

What more could you ask for?

Please buy our paper.

Pretty please.


Meanwhile… ๐Ÿ˜‰

Project Save: MailSport campaign to bin the SFA and unite Scottish game under one federation


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