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| European Championship Qualifiers |
| Scotland |
3 |
1 |
Ukraine |
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| Miller |
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| McFadden |
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| Georgia |
2 |
0 |
Scotland |
If ever a week summed up the essence of Scottishness it wis this one.
From the dizzy heights of jubilation tae the dark depths of despair in the space o’ just a few short days – such is the Scottish way.
And so it all comes doon tae the wire. It wis always fated tae be so.
Scotland’s qualification for their first tournament finals in a decade rests on the outcome of one last match, one last throw of the dice.
Death or glory, shit or bust, all or nothing.
Tae take oor place at the top table of Europe’s footballing elite in Austria and Switzerland, all we huv tae dae noo is beat the World Champions, a team we huv only ever defeated once previously in 1965.
Easy.
Piece o’ piss.
Nae bother.
Bring it on.
Ah tell ye, ah swear ah can almost smell that Alpine air.
Either that or ah huz just shat maself.
