THE notion that Hearts might just be ready to finally break Glasgow’s stranglehold on Scotland’s top flight already felt fanciful before a ball had been kicked in anger. The events that transpired when it did suggested there’s more chance of the next Edinburgh derby ending in handshakes and cuddles than the trophy making its way to the capital.
On the day where Celtic suffocated Rangers - ostensibly, their nearest rivals for the title - Hearts were running out of ideas in West Lothian, eventually succumbing in timid fashion to a resolutely impressive Livingston.
