After a grim season at Dumbarton, I suppose it's good to be reminded that things could be worse. Today's Observer Sports Magazine, following in the footsteps of an earlier feature on daily stable mate The Guardian, gives one of our ex-bosses a perverse accolade for an "outstanding contribution in the field of failure". He's down from first out of six to tenth of ten, though. One championship in which sinking to the bottom may be preferable to finishing top.
Statistics are not the only way to judge a manager, but if they were, Dumbarton's Jim Fallon would have an unmovable grip on the worst manager crown. The club's 1995-96 record makes horrific reading: played 36, won three, drawn two, lost 31. Then consider that two of the wins came in the opening two games, before they appointed Fallon. A record of 0.147 points per match convinced the board he deserved another crack the following season. He's now a physio.
The Sons' losses are the (highly successful) National Stadium Sports Medicine Centre's gain. Good luck with the healing touch, Jim.
(Big Rab points out that there's a Fallon-'Bankies connection, too.)