When the first contract offer from Mensajero came in on Monday morning, November 16th, 2026, the Briton Ferry board immediately summoned Joe Hardman to their office with only one message: "What can we do to make you stay? Do you want a bigger transfer budget? Our daughters? Our dignity? We'll grovel if you want us to." Although Mensajero didn't seem immediately attractive, Joe wasn't going to just immediately spurn the interest from other clubs for the price of a few beads and mirrors. And a good thing too, because the day after the meeting, the approach from Livingston in the Scottish Premier League came, followed by the other Spanish clubs.
To be fair, the club have been decent to us. There was never much money to go around, unless the club pulled off European qualification. When Joe Hardman managed this in his second season, after promotion to the top flight the year before, the club embraced him and helped him move up from his first coaching badge, all the way up to the UEFA C Licence, knowing that this would only make him more qualified to leave them eventually.
Although nothing was public yet, news travels fast in a community of 6,000 souls, and during the home defeat against TNS the Wednesday after, there was a keen sense that this might be the last time the loyal 200 supporters could see the lads play with Joe Hardman on the bench. The less said about the cup away day at Cardiff Met Uni the better. Shortly after, Joe finally put pen to paper on a two-year contract that would see him earn £52,000 per annum. A salary that may sound decently upper middle class for you and I, but for a man who worked at Greggs before studying to be a football manager, it might as well be a million.
And so, it was time for one more look at this:
Before moving on to this:
The bonny lass o' Liviston
Her name ye ken, her name ye ken;
And ay the welcomer ye'll be,
The farther ben, the farther ben,
And she has it written in her contract
To lie her lane, to lie her lane,
And I hae written in my contract
To claw her wame, to claw her wame.
The bonny lass o' Liviston,
She's berry brown, she's berry brown;
An' ye winna true her lovely locks,
Gae farther down, gae farther down.
She has a black and a rolling eye,
And a dimplit chin, and a dimplit chin;
And no to prie her rosy lips,
Wad be a sin, wad be a sin.
The bonny lass o' Liviston,
Cam in to me, cam in to me;
I wat wi' baith ends o' the busk,
I made me free, I made me free.
I laid her feet to my bed-stock,
Her head to the wa', her head to the wa';
And I gied her her wee coat in her teeth,
Her sark an' a', her sark an' a'.
- Robert Burns. If you're wondering what this says, like a lot of poetry, it's basically about fucking.
Scotland: land of Robert Burns, the Highlands, Lowlands, mountains, glens, lochs, windswept islands, dramatic scenery, single malt whisky, Trump golf courses. But also the land of West Lothian suburbia, strategically located for commuting to Edinburgh (with Glasgow just a bit further afield), where the houses look the same, the shopping centres are boxy, the Scottish accent is
a wee bit posh and football on Saturdays is the main pastime. There are no prizes for guessing to which Scotland Joe Hardman is going!
It's easy to joke about the kind of places we end up working, but Livingston doesn't seem like a bad place to be. In fact, it would be unfair to dismiss it as a boxy suburb, because although it is a post-war new town, built on a grid to help relieve the overpopulation of Glasgow, it was built around some rather quaint existing villages, including the one named Livingston where Robert Burns apparently got laid. It's pretty picturesque along the river Almond. Besides the village, one of the main historic sights is... a skate park! It has understandably not yet been discovered as a tourist destination, although
this Philippino family did seek it out and ate at the Tony Macaroni restaurant. Remember that name, it will become important in a moment. But after post-industrial Wales, Livingston is a fitting place to live on Joe's new salary. There is a bit of industrial heritage in West Lothian though, as it used to be home to shale oil extraction, and some 'bings' (slag heaps) can still be seen in the area.
Joe has no time for slags of any kind however, because this unassuming town is home to a SCOTTISH PREMIER LEAGUE club! Get in! Doing research for this story is easy. Groundhoppers on YouTube have done all the work for me:
If you don't have time to watch, I'll try to summarise it. FM24 names the founding date of the club as 1974, but this isn't the full story. Curiously, Livingston used to be based in another location, Meadowbank, on the east side of Edinburgh, and used to be named Ferranti Thistle (being the club of the workers of the engineering company Ferranti), founded in 1943, and then Meadowbank Thistle from 1974 because of rules on sponsorship names. In the early 90s, the club were relegated a couple of times in short succession and were faced with financial collapse, so the club decided to move out of Edinburgh and set up shop in Livingston under a new name, Livingston F.C., in 1995. Although it doesn't seem to have been as controversial as the Wimbledon -> MK Dons switcharoo in England, the Meadowbank fans understandably weren't too happy with the move. While MK Dons stole a century of history, including the FA Cup-winning Crazy Gang, and moved it from South London to the new town of Milton Keynes, Meadowbank's honours pre-1995 were limited to a few lower-level Scottish leagues and cups.
Under their new identity as 'Livi', the club actually did a lot better, playing in the top tier and in the UEFA Cup, and winning the Scottish League Cup, during the early 2000s. However, financial mismanagement set in, the club went into administration, and were demoted to the third tier several times. In the 2010s, the club bounced back with consecutive promotions, returning to the top flight and being runners-up in the Scottish League Cup in 2021. Unfortunately, in real life, they were relegated last season:
In this FM24 universe, they have managed to hang on so far, but finishing one position lower every season despite diligently sacking their manager every time something goes wrong. Who could have guessed? 26/27 seems to be the year Livi's goose is finally cooked, as the media predict them to finish 11th (the relegation play-off place), but in fact they are dead last, with 6 points out of 15 games, one point below Motherwell. This is where Joe Hardman comes in.
Livingston play their games in Almondvale Stadium:
However, for sponsorship reasons, the stadium is called the TONY MACARONI ARENA. That's right! The chain of Italian restaurants graciously lended their name to this stadium, but wags soon took to calling it "The Spaghettihad", an obvious wink to a more famous plastic club over in Manchester. Tony Macaroni's branch in Livingston currently has a 4.2-star average score on Google Maps, with diners praising its good value for money and large portions. Joe Hardman is a man of the people and doesn't object to this sponsorship. How is Tony Macaroni any more of a joke than 50,000 people cheering in a stadium named after an airline company probably run by alleged paedophile sheiks who allegedly get their kicks from allegedly defecating on Russian Instagram models?
The stadium has a capacity of 9,713 and the pitch is synthetic. Yeah...
On his first day in office, Joe enters the hallowed halls of the Tony Macaroni Arena and sets foot on the plastic pitch for the first time. Detecting the faintest whiff of pasta sauce, he soon finds the boardroom:
The requirement is simple: avoid relegation, even if it has to be done by finishing 11th and competing in the playoffs with hopefuls from the Scottish Championship (the 2nd tier). Unlike some of the Spanish clubs that offered contracts, there is no explicit statement that Joe will be for the chop if the team does get relegated. So even if we don't make it this season, there's some chance that we may be able to stay in the world of professional football.
The club's finances aren't bad. Unlike in the Welsh league, there's plenty of money going around in Scotland, with a >£1M participation trophy being handed out just for existing in this league. Even if we get relegated, we get £1.12M to rebuild. However, the club is currently overspending £24.5k per month on its wage budget, and the board expect Joe Hardman to remedy this.
Also unlike Wales, there are no stringent registration rules. We can pretty much play who we like, but there are work permit rules for foreign players, similar to England. Since the Brexit deal in 2021, this includes any EU players newly coming into the UK, except Irishmen. Also new for Joe Hardman: refereeing calls will now be judged by VAR!
The Scottish League has a split like in Wales, but it's a little different in that it's asymmetric. There are 12 clubs. They all play each other not an even amount of times, but three times, until 33 games have been played in total. Then the league splits into two: the top six form the Championship Group, the bottom six form the Relegation Group. Play continues as normal, it's just no longer possible to move between the groups. In this second stage, you play one game against each competitor for a total of five games, bringing the total number of games per season to 38:
Similarly to England and Wales, there is the Scottish Cup and a Scottish League Cup. At the time Joe Hardman joins, Livingston have already been eliminated from the League Cup, but are still very much in the Scottish Cup.
As Joe leaves the boardroom, his head is still spinning. Just last week, he was managing a bunch of part-timers. Now, he is responsible for a six-figure budget that is still on the low end for professional football, but more money than he's ever seen in his life. Soon he will meet his squad, all seasoned professionals, and find out just why these guys are so low in the league. How will they respond to a man whose resume over the past 5 years literally consists of Greggs, Bottlers United, and Briton Ferry? Will they think he's a fraud? Will the chairman rush in and tell them there's been a big mistake, and they'd actually wanted to sign some other guy named Hartman or Headman or something?
Pondering all these questions, Joe is met outside by Brian Rice, 63, former cult hero of Nottingham Forest, and now a first-team coach at Livingston since 2023.
"You all right there, boss? Hope they didn't give you too much of a hard time."
"No, that's aw'right. Everyone's been fine, it's just so much to take in."
"Hey, if they put you in this position, it means they must see something in you. People may not rate Briton Ferry, but club boards are as professional as team managers nowadays. If a manager consistently overperforms with a club that's supposed to be relegated according to all the bookies, some light is going to pop up on someone's dashboard somewhere around the world. I've been at this club for a few years now, and I've seen a few managers come and go. First of all, I'm not a proper assistant. The last one left in solidarity with the manager. So you'll want to get yourself a new assistant manager as soon as possible. I'd be happy to do the job if you'll have me, but honestly, I prefer to just train with the lads, so maybe it's time for some more fresh blood. But for now, you'll have to do with me. Let me show you your office and go over some of the squad. Right now, the lads are doing some work with the other coaches. You'll meet them later this afternoon."
"I know you're eager to get going and turn this club's fortunes around, but let's have a reality check here first. We're probably not very far from where we should be. This squad is one of the weakest in the league. The full-backs, goalie and central midfield may be the only ones unequivocably Premier League quality. We have no players with international caps except Raikhy, and he plays for India. Just look at who is our top earner, and how much Tammy Abraham out-earns him at Rangers."
"Wait a second, we have the heaviest player in the entire league? He weighs 16 stone? Who's that?"
"That's Joel Nouble. He may not be the most subtle of players, but he hits like a ton of bricks. He can play up front as a target man, but he can also cut inside from the left."
"I'd like to see 225 pounds 'cutting inside'."
"Hey, don't knock it until you've tried it. There's more to wing players than just short, fast guys. Besides, when Joel gets going, he's pretty fast himself."
"Okay, we'll talk about individuals later. I want to know what has been going on with this team. How have we sunk so low? How have we been playing? How can I motivate them?"
"I've brought you some reports on the last six games that we've played. Take a good, long look."
"In these hard away games, we played with five at the back and tried to hit them on the counter. Nobody blamed us for losing at Celtic, but getting overrun in the midfield and defenders making mistakes is embarrassing. Then at Motherwell, Obileye had a bad game again."
"This lad has had a tough season. He's supposed to be one of our best defensive midfielders. He's got the whole package: size, strength, a strong tackle, and he's one of the leaders of the team. He can play as a defender too. He's just let down by his intelligence on the ball, his decisionmaking."
"This Byers lad suffered against Celtic as well. Who's he?"
"Only every manager's dream attacking midfielder. Just look at that constant drive forward. He could be one of our great creators, but the system hasn't gotten the best out of him so far, I'm afraid. If we can utilise his skill set, he could be a force for us."
"Musah got a red card against Hibernian?"
"We paid £245,000 for him this summer, which is ridiculous. He's a decent centre back, don't get me wrong. Great in the dressing room too. But certainly not good enough to be our 4th top earner. Any decent Premiership striker will run rings around him. After the manager got sacked, we switched to four at the back, and he didn't get much playing time again."
"What happened in the new system?"
"We only dominated possession against Dundee, and still didn't win. For the other games, you can imagine it's not much fun when you're chasing the ball all day. It's not like we're being played off the park in every game, but we just lack the finishing touch up front. Then at the back, one individual mistake is often enough to make everyone drop their heads. There is a real lack of resilience here."
"It's not like we didn't create any chances, though. I'm sure you have some statistics to back that up."
"For sure. You'll find it a bit of a change from Briton Ferry. We have coaches, data scientists, performance analysts, the whole nine yards. We could pore over statistics forever, but simply put, we are very poor at keeping possession. We always come under pressure, and this makes it very hard to finish any chances that we do get. We also got two red cards so far, and we are the team with the second most yellow cards in the league. It's not a bad thing to be physical, but when everyone is on yellow cards, that just adds more pressure."
"We'll have to put a system in place with automatic fines for this sort of thing. We'll just have to be more positive going forward. It's no guarantee, but nobody is going to respect us when we get relegated while sitting back all game."
"To be honest, winning these players over to you will be your biggest challenge. They've seen managers come and go, and it means very little to them. But a run of decent results never hurts either. But look at the time! We should go and introduce you to the squad. They're finishing up training and will be meeting you in the lunch hall soon."
"Who is the captain of the team?"
"Here's another problem for you. James is a great full-back, and he can also anchor the midfield in a hurry. He's been at the club since 2021, and he's the undisputed leader of the squad. But his contract is expiring and he has already informed the club that he wants to leave on a free at the end of the season. I can't blame the lad; he's only 28, he's in the peak of his career, and he wants to do something other than fighting relegation every year. But this means you'll have to make a choice: do you want to keep him in his position, even though he's letting the club down? Or do you want to sell him in the winter transfer window to at least get some money out of him?"
"So what you're saying is that I have to eat a boatload of shit one way or another. If I keep him, I'm letting him disrespect the club. If I let him go, I'm losing one of our best players. What is his transfer value anyway?"
"It's merely an estimate, but given his age and reputation, it should be around £350,000. But unless you find some desperate club, anyone interested in him may just wait until the end of the season, so if you try to sell him now, it may only piss him off and still not work."
"All right, fuck it then. The club is rich enough. There are other ways we can cut into the club's wage bill. I'm not going to be principled for £350k when the club gets a million at the end of the season, come rain or shine. We need this guy here now. I think I've heard enough. Let's meet the squad."
"All right lads, gather round. You all know why I'm here. My name is Joe Hardman, and I've been appointed as your manager until the end of next season."
Penrice, the captain, smiles politely:
"Now I know you're all thinking: Here we go again, another tragic manager come to insert himself into our fucking relegation tragedy, what's the point when we're going to get the drop anyway? I don't expect you to win all games all of a sudden. I don't expect you to fight for me, or even for the shirt, the board, or the fans. But I do expect you to put up more of a fucking fight than what we've seen in this season so far for the fucking lunch lady who will get sacked if we go down. We are ONE point below Motherwell, and look at them: they haven't even won a single game. There's no way in hell that you're going to tell me that we are more shite than them. I don't expect miracles from you. I do expect you to to take a screenshot of that league table, make it the background of your ShitePhone or whatever it's called, and look at it every day before breakfast, and remind yourself that we only need to be one point ahead of them to make the playoffs. And then above them are Queen's Park, who knows what can happen there? You beat them once, you can do it again. But our first goal is that 11th spot. Even if we score the winning goal only in the 95th minute of the fucking play-off final, we will have met our target."
"Now, I don't give as big a fuck about the cup as I probably should be. Whatever we can do there is a bonus. I love a good cup fight, I just don't want us to be the fucking cunts who get relegated and then play the Europa League while in the Championship. Just get out there in the cup games and play like you mean it."
"I don't have much else to say, really. I do want to protect you from all the talk about wage bills. That will be my problem, and the board's. Everyone will get a fair chance at first, then we'll see what happens in the transfer window. I do believe we need better quality finishing up front, and I'll be looking for signings there if we can afford it. We don't have to play tiki fucking taka in Scotland, but starting from today's training session, this team is going to want the ball, it's going to want to play the ball. I want us to create, not just react. Get that into your heads, and I'll see you this afternoon."
Joe and Brian discuss the team meeting over lunch.
"Fine words, but there's one thing that will only change with time and results: they've still got no idea who you are, and Musah's left toe has more stature in the game than you do. You can do everything right, but you probably won't. And when things go wrong, they're not going to stick their necks out for you unless you've built up some good relationships with some of them. And even then, there is no real friendship in this game."
The following week is dedicated to setting up the staff and tactics. With the strong defensive midfielder, creative central midfielders and capable full-backs, some form of 4-3-3 seems best. Only the wings and strike force could do with some improvement, but the club are not going to pay much more for wages, being already over budget. We do find an assistant manager, Terry Masson, an almost lifelong former Montrose player. Besides helping out in training, he can give us accurate assessments of players' current and future abilities. We find a fitness coach, set piece coach and any scouts who are prepared to work for the starvation wage that the board will allow.
The captaincy and vice-captaincy belong to two of the leaders in the dressing room, so that's all good. The third one is Bruce Anderson, our hard-working but slightly profligate striker. His main use is more as a pressing forward. For his first game, away at Kilmarnock, Joe makes his first team sheet for Livingston, although not everyone agrees:
A Sporting Life journalist reminds us of our first and most obvious target:
He need not have worried:
The new approach works out tremendously well. Kilmarnock don't know what hit them, and we finish some beautiful long-distance shots while keeping a clean sheet. At the same time, we have to be honest: we didn't get much out of our striker, and not all opponents are going to get caught out this easily. But it's an encouraging start, as we move out of the drop zone:
Next up is the home game against Ross County, followed by twin difficult games against Rangers and Celtic. Can Livingston get a decent string of results? Find out next time!