Glory Glory to the Jambos.

Like all generous Hibs fans I was just over the moon when Hearts finally ended years of ignominious failure by winning the Scottish Cup. It was with a happy heart and a tear in either eye that I read the glowing reports in my Sunday papers. Even our esteemed Lord Provost, Eric Milligan, the only Jambo with a suit, joined in the celebrations by drinking a bottle of Buckfast in Gorgie Road. As I scanned my paper I was looking for other appropriate headlines to fit the occasion. I expected to be informed that "LIFE IS CONFIRMED ON THE MOON" or "LOCH NESS MONSTER CAPTURED" or "IRELAND ENTERS THE SPACE RACE" or "CHARLIE NICHOLAS FINALLY PASSES FOUNDATION LEVEL STANDARD GRADE ENGLISH", but, alas, there were no other mind-blowing events to equal the imminent dusting down of the Tynecastle trophy cardboard box. The only sad note that accompanies the Jambos' glorious triumph is the knowledge that the shock of it all killed Frank Sinatra.

JAMBOS letter, June 98

Tommy