It’s the picture that says: Scotland have just… er… romped to a 1-0 win over World Cup finalists France, with a goal from Gary Caldwell.
Given the French were in the World Cup final, and that’s the first time in seven years they’ve lost a qualifying match, I think that means we’re at least second best team in the world.
And, given Italy – World Champions – are down the bottom of the table in the same European Championship qualifying group, I suspect any fair-minded soul would agree that we’re now almost probably the best team in the world. Magic.
Seems fair enough to me.
No partisanship here then
I was lucky enough to be there and it WAS magic; unbelievable certainly, but magic none the less. Better still, the Hampden atmosphere was finally back to what I remember it in the 70s and 80s… without the rivers of super lager and God-only-knows-what flowing down the terraces, obviously.
I was in a bar in Toulouse watching this. The almost silent mumbling of French fans amid a wee din of English/Scots applause brought a tear to my eye. What does merde mean?
All the sweeter for England’s comedy act last night – we’re top of our group and they’re not!
FUCK THE FRENCH…SHOVE THE FROGS LEGS UP THEIR ARSE!