One doesn't need to be a grand sage to comprehend the ever-oscillating, if somewhat pedestrian, journey of Connor Allan, a Scottish-born lad who, reaching the ripe old age of 22, has somehow found himself playing as a central defender for Falkirk. A sturdy figure, Allan stands at an astounding 6ft 2in (1.89m) tall and weighs in at a respectable 12st 1lb (77kg). If you're ever at a Falkirk match, on those rare occasions when they aren't benched, you can spot this towering figure by his number 20 jersey.
Now for his worth in the realm of football, I'm afraid requires an entity with more authority - Transfermarkt. According to them, Allan is worth the princely sum of around £214k, which is not bad for a lad who, until recently, was on loan at Kelty Hearts - a lively club where any dreams of grandeur are swiftly put in their place.
As mentioned, Allan's career received its baptism in the form of Rangers, a Premiership side to the unconcerned observer. He arrived there in July 2019, naively wide-eyed with hopes and dreams. However, the fairytale was not to be, and by September 2024, Allan was punted off on loan to the aforementioned Kelty Hearts - a roundly regarded training ground for more accomplished sides.
Following such a glittering stint, Allan was tossed to Falkirk in February 2025 for a sum so insignificant, they couldn't be bothered to record it. However, this was not the fairytale ending our protagonist had envisioned. Within the same month, he was back to his former club, Kelty Hearts, on loan again before he finally made it back to Falkirk in June 2025, presumably while the board were on their annual summer golf trip.
Now, Allan continues to exhibit mediocre performances in the most averagely celebrated of football tournaments - the League Cup and the Scottish Cup. In the 2025 - 2026 season, he enjoyed an unremarkable run for Falkirk, starting once and making three desultory appearances as a substitute in the League Cup. As for the Scottish Cup, he started twice and was an afterthought for one game. Such tales of mediocrity seldom find their way onto the whisky-soaked pages of our fanzine but then, I suppose, there's a first time for everything.