Frank Close and Pat Cairney were absolute bomb-scares of centre-halves in the 1980's who both relished a tackle as well as an OG or two. Pat was a worker with Tennents Brewery and a former team-mate told me that he once crashed at his place after a Saturday night out in Glasgow, and on opening the fridge hungover in the morning he was astonished to see it bulging with lager cans.
I have known Pat Cairney for years. He went to school with my brother.
He is a gentleman and junior football was his appropriate level.
Told me many tales of woe. A striker at Kilbirnie told him he was going to a wedding reception so could he leave him alone during the game. Agreement was made if the boy scored he was getting blootered. The striker ended up with a broken nose and swollen eyes after one of his own players headered him on the beak. Pat could nae move for laughing as the boy was taken off the park.