Meet Scott Arfield, a spry 37-year-old born in the refreshingly cold climate of Scotland on 1st November, 1988. He earns his pennies in the middle of the park for Livingston, primarily functioning as a central midfielder. The lad stands at a shapely 5ft 10in (1.78m) and tips the scales at a trim 11st (70kg). His preferred jersey? Numeral 37.
His market value tiptoes around a mere £42k, which frankly, you might consider theft, given his prolonged service in the beautiful game. And don't take my word as gospel, no sir, this nugget of information is courtesy of Transfermarkt.
Cast your mind back to the halcyon days of July 2006. A young Arfield was cutting his teeth at Falkirk. He spent seasons working his socks off and on his best day, he even impressed himself with nine goals in just 13 appearances (season 2024 - 2025, in case you're curious).
Lo and behold, the English beckoned and he made a move to Huddersfield Town for the handsome amount of around £400k. He spent the subsequent years (2010 - 2013) in the delightful scenery of the League One, regularly turning out and knocking in a goal or three when the mood took him.
In a turn of events as predictable as the English weather, he found himself at Burnley in July 2013. He played five seasons and, like an obedient schoolboy, scored his quota of goals in double digits, accumulating a respectful total of 21 goals from over 170 appearances.
But even the grey skies of England couldn't keep him, and in July 2018, Arfield decided to head north again, finding himself at Rangers. He scored 29 goals from over 140 appearances, relatively impressive stats for the man in the number 37 shirt.
Some strong American coffee might have lured Arfield to Charlotte FC in the MLS in 2023. He returned to Falkirk in February 2025 before transferring to Livingston in January 2026, where he currently runs endless circles on the pitch.
And let us not forget that Arfield, the mighty man of many clubs, has made a significant contribution to Livingston's Scottish Cup 2025 - 2026 foray, scoring a rip-roaring total of one goal in one start. Such consistency, such heroism. One can only marvel at his steadfast ability to keep kicking that round leather ball.
