Always brings tears of joy to my eyes...
http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/sport/2008/04/18/joy_of_six_the_greatest_league.html
2) Scottish Premier Division, 1985-86 (Celtic 50pts, GD+29, Hearts 50, +26) NB: two points for a win
The Increasingly Small Book of Journalistic Integrity and Avoiding Clichés informs us that under no circumstances should we use any variation on the phrase 'broken Hearts' while telling this story, but you can understand the temptation. Hearts, 200-1 to win the league before the start of the season, lost five of their first eight games - and then did not lose again for seven months. They had not won the league since 1960, and had not even been top since 1973, but they led from January despite the warm breath of Celtic, who would win their last eight, all over their necks.
Going into the final day, Hearts needed just a draw at Dundee, and even defeat would be ok provided there wasn't a Celtic victory and an overall five-goal swing. But with Celtic 4-0 up away at St Mirren by half-time, Hearts knew they were not going to get any freebies. The second half turned out to be 45 minutes too many; they were shot, but got closer and closer to the championship, like a doomed kid in a slasher movie who so nearly manages to slither out of the window. Hearts were seven minutes away, and then a Bob Carolgees lookalike stuck an axe in their back. Albert Kidd, a substitute who had not scored all season, turned in a right-wing corner, and then scored a quite magnificent second with three minutes to go. Kidd would become so famous that when he met Celtic fan Billy Connolly in a lift a few years later, it was Connolly who was star-struck. Hearts were simply dumbstruck, and there was a sad inevitability about proceedings when they were stuffed by Aberdeen in the Scottish Cup final a week later. Balls to good writing: this was as heartbreaking as sport gets.