harum-scarum

Fred is a harum-scarum kind of player, someone who, to the untrained observer, tends to dash about with no obvious purpose.

This was the sort of harum-scarum and feisty affair that would have had Villa park heaving if fans had been present.

There’s going to be some harum-scarum riding out there, one imagines.

Until Mané’s beautiful, caressed finish, it was a harum-scarum first half that provided painful viewing for Klopp, powerless as his players huffed and puffed, their overcooked and wonky passes bobbling out of touch.

Of Custer, killed two years later at the Little Bighorn, Grinnell would write that he “knew nothing about Indians and was anyhow a harum-scarum fellow.”