He’s In The Sock Drawer!
Strange times we live in,as I bid a fond farewell to friends and my local till probably next year. Many of you will have already been living under serious restrictions already,and there can be few worse than not being allowed to meet family members like grandchildren or even ageing parents.
My trip to London to meet my nephew on Saturday is clearly a non runner,and I’m not too confident of the first Christmas back home this century either. Time will tell,but this really is not a time to make plans.
So it was a bit of a surprise that Scott Arfield made plans for his 32nd birthday celebrations. Straight after their game on Sunday,he had a party to celebrate it. Festooned in red white and blue balloons it was-you’ll have seen the photos-and unfortunately a few balloons turned up.
Total contravention of local Covid regulations,of course. You could almost hear wee Nicola naming the firing squad,as of course there is previous on this,that the club that owns the players’ registration must be punished.
Thank goodness then that The Birthday Boy wasn’t there at the time. The police were called at around 230am and to be fair,it was no longer his birthday. He really had no reason to be there,did he? Why would he be? He’d opened the presents already anyway.
Turns out that a couple of fringe players were the only people there. And suitably punished by the club-by giving them the same punishment as anyone who might be in a Covid bubble,fourteen days,the same as Ryan Christie!
Now,I would have would have thought that the Scottish Govt would have gone ballistic,and maybe told the SFA/SPFL to sort it,otherwise THEY would. After all,strong words were said in Holyrood and severe sanctions applied to Celtic and Aberdeen previously.
But no-they commended the club for the strong internal disciplinary decisions. Yup,you read that correctly,I did not make it up.
Meantime there is little being asked about the elephant in the room. That Arfield seems to have only invited two of his colleagues-and fringe members at that-and nobody else was there from the club.
Maybe it was a fancy dress do,a late Hallowe’en night and Mr Arfield was disguised as Cato from The Pink Panther.
Look out,he’s in the sock drawer!
Or alternatively,I smell shite.
Above article by BMCUWP