The story of SV starts about 6 years ago. After an advertising campaign by the Pitz (as it was known then), de Souza suggested to his other 6th year school friends that we enter the aforementioned Sunday League. We did, in Division 10, and after lengthy common room arguments, we came up with the name of SV Hangover, basically nicking it from SV Hannover. We got humped, all throughout the first season we got well and truly ass beasted, it was fun! No really, it was… The original line up of SV comprised of mostly de Souza’s school mates, now only de Souza, Inglisias and potentially Telfordo after a long absence remain.

Somehow in our second season we started winning things, de Souza took a glancing blow off of an opposition player in the changing room after a game due to being a loudmouth b*****d, fully deserved by all accounts. We went up. It was great. I don’t know how, but we went up. Mind you we started drinking, that might have something to do with it.

Since then we’ve never looked back, players have come and gone, most notables coming: The majority of the current squad… Paterson, with the introduction of this player, SV went from strength to strength, as did our drinking habits, 5 years later, my liver might fall out, C’est la vie, anyone for a Vodka? Paterson was instrumental in attracting the current host of players to the squad, without him we would be nowhere today, albeit sadly his time has gone with our club. He has moved onto greater challenges like 17 doubles, 3 hookers and still have time for a Scooby Snack before taking to the field as soon to be player/manager of an 11-a-side team, we wish him well in his pished exploits, and hope he’s doing well off the pitch too!! Other notables who have come and gone are Jim, the biggest and best ‘keeper Hangover had, credit goes to Mr Fontaine for that recruitment, The Bear has to be in as well due to his crowd-drawing skills and the fact that he was the only player ever to have had his own fan club (But there's only 1 Saints in Scotland and you know it Bear!!). All the current crop you’ll see from their own pages. Notable players gone: Mo, he was absolute class, an outstanding player, right up until the last game in our first season, where he got halved and didn’t play football at all for the next few years. Jonny Gillespie, he wasn’t that good, but was prima-donna, he was sacked. Twat.

Karaoke came into SV about 2 years ago, as opposed to alcohol, which Paterson brought in ages ago. Fontaine, we all knew was a singer. Its his fault, now we all nonce around on the pitch in shiny multi-coloured boots and act like Frenchmen with real attitude (ala Cantona) just because we think we can sing, or some of us can, Dave Mc (eye of the tiger), prime example? We have yet to get Reeking, or Johan to sing, Muuuun-Kaaay just makes noises we don’t understand so he can’t, and we can’t tear DT away from his dance anthems long enough. However SV and Karaoke go hand in hand, football is much like making love to… Sorry, em, yeah! For us it is the preceding requirement to a good night out, so hence ‘a team that drinks (and sings) together, wins together.’ We drank together, a lot. Whether it be in Fury’s (note: sponsor, kind of), various hostelries in Glasgow or in the Bears Den, the Hole in the Wall, the Gentleman’s Club or the Kid’s club, we drink vodka and silly stuff, (Prince Albert, Absynth among others) it was class. Many good times have been had, in the UK and out of the UK in various locations in Spain. This is how Inglisias got his name, he’s always bloody Reeking and has some sort of fetish for Enrique Iglesiais (don’t ask), ‘you can run, you can hide, but you can’t escape Inglis’. On top of that he’s always Reeking but manages to pull, what’s going on? As opposed to Father Dominic who’s always sober and doesn’t pull but that doesn’t stop him trying. But I think you get the idea, we’re all a bunch of early 20 somethings (apart from Johan, you old bugger!! - I'd like to point out yer only as old as who you're feeling so like Peter Pan I'm ageless!!) who drink quite a bit, sing, and play football, oh, did I mention that we’re fecking great? Well we are. Deal with it. On top of that we are all devilishly good looking. ;-D

We won. A lot. In fact we were promoted 10 divisions. From Division 10 to, surprisingly, Division 1 in the Strongbow Sunday League, not consecutively but it took us around 4 years to get there, but quite an achievement in anyone’s books. When we got to division 1 things went to sh**, we had issues, big f**k-off issues, we couldn’t get a team together, which wasn’t a problem because we had been through it all before, or so we thought. We had scraped the bottom of the barrel in terms of finding or replacing players that were good enough. Eventually manager de Souza took advice from Steve Archibald and club disbanded due to financial irregularites (Ok that's lie de Souza lost it Keegan-style, the pressure was building and was clearly seen in this interview "I think you have to send a giro to those pr**ks - isn't that what they want? You just don't say that about SV. I would love it if we could beat them. They've gone down a lot in my estimation. Football in this country is honest. You sometimes wonder about the SECL but not in this league. I would love it if we beat them. Love it!", a few weeks later it was all over). And so it stayed for about 7 months.

This is where this site has come from, Hangover was resurrected, in the form of Hungover, we are Still Very Hungover. This time we have entered the Sunday Evening League, in at the top, Division 7. We still drink, we still sing, and we still nonce about in funny coloured boots (on the pitch, mostly). So, come join the SV rollercoaster as once again we ascend the leagues and get really f**king drunk doing it. This site will give you a startling insight into all the players presently playing, our results both on and off the pitch (Goldenknob awards), and of course our busy if not somewhat absurd social calendar. Roll on…………

Enjoy!