Yesterday evening saw London invaded by the tartan hoard. Mainly young, male and full of noise they roamed the streets looking to remind us Sassenachs that something was missing from our lives. From 8-10pm , we were shown what – passion!
The first half gave England some hope but as time went on, we wondered what had happened to that bold buccaneering Captain Kane and his swashbuckling team-mates. When Kane trudged off, 16 minutes from the end, it was as if football hadn’t just come home but had evicted joy and enthusiasm in its return.
We are situated next to two loud pubs and I had expected dancing in the streets. Instead, I went out for a half-time run and came across this…
England didn’t deserve to win and Scotland raised their game. Whoever thinks that ripping the carefully framed flag of our next door neighbor and unionist should think again.
England had better brighten up or it will be more years of hurt and my message to the Scots is that you taught us a lesson!