Scotland at the Euros

Magicpole said:
My wummin ordered me one of those late 60's retro Scotland tops. Unfortunately it onky arrived today, but it looks great. Good cotton, actual badge and crew neck in white. I love it and it will be proudly worn on Tuesday as we battle to qualify. Still a big ask, especially with our zero firepower, hard-working, but that's not enough and they need to score. Croatia will be right up for it and are a quality side. My head is saying they will probably beat us, you have to protect yourself emotionally as a Scot in tournaments, every single time we have been in the situation we bottle it, or are outclassed. Hopefully after last night they believe, but they too must be thinking, Dykes and Adams can't be relied on to score, so someone else will have to. Definitely the poorest strikers I've ever seen play for us at a tournament. They need to step up, it's as simple as that or we are out. No pressure. :)
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Scoring goals is a big problem for Scotland & England at the moment, toothless
 
Magicpole said:
My wummin ordered me one of those late 60's retro Scotland tops. Unfortunately it onky arrived today, but it looks great. Good cotton, actual badge and crew neck in white. I love it and it will be proudly worn on Tuesday as we battle to qualify. Still a big ask, especially with our zero firepower, hard-working, but that's not enough and they need to score. Croatia will be right up for it and are a quality side. My head is saying they will probably beat us, you have to protect yourself emotionally as a Scot in tournaments, every single time we have been in the situation we bottle it, or are outclassed. Hopefully after last night they believe, but they too must be thinking, Dykes and Adams can't be relied on to score, so someone else will have to. Definitely the poorest strikers I've ever seen play for us at a tournament. They need to step up, it's as simple as that or we are out. No pressure. :)
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Mrs ordered me a retro version of the 86 top that came a couple of days ago from Score Draw, different badge & such but nice effort from her just the same.

Looking at pics & videos of the crowds, retro tops are all the rage just now over the actual current tops.
 
GunnerGer said:
Mrs ordered me a retro version of the 86 top that came a couple of days ago from Score Draw, different badge & such but nice effort from her just the same.

Looking at pics & videos of the crowds, retro tops are all the rage just now over the actual current tops.
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They are better. It's the top we wore when we beat England at Wembley in 67. Baxter Keepy up game. :)
 
Just heard young Gilmour has Corona. I don't know what we did to the football gods back in the day, but by fuck they have taken revenge so often, it must have been pretty God damned bad.
 
Magicpole said:
Just heard young Gilmour has Corona. I don't know what we did to the football gods back in the day, but by fuck they have taken revenge so often, it must have been pretty God damned bad.
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Big blow for Scotland, he looked very assured on Friday.
Don't think he'll be the only covid victim returning north of the border.
 
Last night as the rest of the household chattered away about normal stuff you chatter away about, I was thinking about football stuff, in a wee world of my own. I went for an internal walk down memory lane, revisiting memories of Scotland games good and bad. You would think with our history of glorious and numerous failures, it was a melancholy affair. But here's the thing, it wasn't. I remembered as a young boy, the game against Wales at Anfield. I remember that day, sitting in School and all we could talk about was the game. The nerves, that sick feeling you get when your team need to win and what it meant if we did. When Dalglish, a hero of mine, but now at Liverpool, headed that cross in. The eruption behind the goal, matched by a similar one in every house in Scotland and everywhere else that Scots gathered. Arthur Montford shouting Argentina Here We Come. It was magical. Then to Argentina, where we underestimated Peru, picked up our arse, on to Iran where again we were awful and a cloud descended on us all. Last game, the mighty Holland and optimism was battered senseless but still we hoped. We are great at hope. As that game raged we were up 2.1 and playing like we belonged. On the right wee Archie got the ball. Beat one, up I stood, beat two, heart going like the clappers, nutmegged the last man, Come on Archie, I screamed, and he did. Our family erupted, all jumping about. I will never forget as we hugged each other I looked out the window and could see in the house opposite the family there all jumping about too. We lost a second goal soon after, but we beat them. We beat the team who got to the final. It kinda summed us up to a tee. Over the years you try to immunise yourself from hope. You remind yourself of the many scars and promise to give that a bye. To be resigned. To expect nothing. The truth however, is that it would be easier for me to learn to fly than do that. I actually love that about us, that no matter how many defeats or disappointments we suffer, and let's face it, they are legion. We brush ourselves down, put a bandage over old wounds and take to the field again. We never give up. On Friday I knew we would take them on. I worried about who would score, but I never worried that we would fight. He changed the team to include Gilmour, two strikers and with Tierney back they all stood up and were counted.

Tonight is again like so many nights in the past. Where nerves are rising, hope is still there, and the dream of finally getting through is not yet dead. My sensible head keeps reminding me that Croatia are a top side. That no matter how hard we fight, that may not be enough for victory, a thing that has been a part of our history. But we fucking fought every time when all was lost. I honestly don't know how it will go. One of our best players has fallen. Someone needs to pick up his banner and carry the fight on.

England beat them, and we should have beat England. I know that's not how football works. I know my inner voice telling me to calm the fuck down and accept it wont happen, will be talking away to me all day. But what I also know is he will be shut the fuck up as we take the field tonight, and I will be kicking every ball, screaming my support, calling Croatia all the cunts of the day and as long as the game lasts, believing we can win.

To our players I say, give it your all lads. That is all we ask. I know you will. We are all behind you. Who will be the Dalglish tonight? The boy in me wishes it could be me. But, I will take anyone doing it. Come on Scotland.
 
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Magicpole said:
Last night as the rest of the household chattered away about normal stuff you chatter away about, I was thinking about football stuff, in a wee world of my own. I went for an internal walk down memory lane, revisiting memories of Scotland games good and bad. You would think with our history of glorious and numerous failures, it was a melancholy affair. But here's the thing, it wasn't. I remembered as a young boy, the game against Wales at Anfield. I remember that day, sitting in School and all we could talk about was the game. The nerves, that sick feeling you get when your team need to win and what it meant if we did. When Dalglish, a hero of mine, but now at Liverpool, headed that cross in. The eruption behind the goal, matched by a similar one in every house in Scotland and everywhere else that Scots gathered. Arthur Montford shouting Argentina Here We Come. It was magical. Then to Argentina, where we underestimated Peru, picked up our arse, on to Iran where again we were awful and a cloud descended on us all. Last game, the mighty Holland and optimism was battered senseless but still we hoped. We are great at hope. As that game raged we were up 2.1 and playing like we belonged. On the right wee Archie got the ball. Beat one, up I stood, beat two, heart going like the clappers, nutmegged the last man, Come on Archie, I screamed, and he did. Our family erupted, all jumping about. I will never forget as we hugged each other I looked out the window and could see in the house opposite the family there all jumping about too. We lost a second goal soon after, but we beat them. We beat the team who got to the final. It kinda summed us up to a tee. Over the years you try to immunise yourself from hope. You remind yourself of the many scars and promise to give that a bye. To be resigned. To expect nothing. The truth however, is that it would be easier for me to learn to fly than do that. I actually love that about us, that no matter how many defeats or disappointments we suffer, and let's face it, they are legion. We brush ourselves down, put a bandage over old wounds and take to the field again. We never give up. On Friday I knew we would take them on. I worried about who woukd score, but I never worried that we woukd fight. He changed the team to include Gilmour, two strikers and with Tierney back they all stood up and were counted.

Tonight is again like so many nights in the past. Where nerves are rising, hope is still there, and the dream of finally getting through is not yet dead. My sensible head keep a reminding me that Croatia are a top side. That no matter how hard we fight, that may not be enough for victory, a thing that has been a part of our history. But we fucking fought every time when all was lost. I honestly don't know how it will go. One of our best players has fallen. Someone needs to pick up his banner and carry the fight on.

England beat them, and we should have beat England. I know that's not how football works. I know my inner voice telling me to calm the fuck down and accept it wont happen will be talking away to me all day. But what I also know is he will be shut the fuck up as we take the field tonight, and I will be kicking every ball, screaming my support, calling Croatia all the cunts of the day and as long as the game lasts, believing we can win.

To our players I say, give it your all lads. That is all we ask. I know you will. We are all behind you. Who will be the Dalglish tonight? The boy in me wishes it could be me. But, I will take anyone doing it. Come on Scotland.
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Cracking post but for all his great games in his career Dalglish failed at World Cup finals stage.
One great game in 9 is a poor return.
Holland 3/2 win.
Joe Jordan was my hero at International level.
Donald Ford being in the 74 squad and not getting a game my biggest disappointment.
Especially starting Law against Zaire when I thought Donald would have done a far better choice.
 
bennyboy said:
Cracking post but for all his great games in his career Dalglish failed at World Cup finals stage.
One great game in 9 is a poor return.
Holland 3/2 win.
Joe Jordan was my hero at International level.
Donald Ford being in the 74 squad and not getting a game my biggest disappointment.
Especially starting Law against Zaire when I thought Donald would have done a far better choice.
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I know, Jordan too was a hero of mine. I was talking about the goal that sealed it. 74 was another self inflicted disaster we are world champions at that.
 
Magicpole said:
I know, Jordan too was a hero of mine. I was talking about the goal that sealed it. 74 was another self inflicted disaster we are world champions at that.
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Joe Jordan was a cheating fcuking bastard cnut of a whore, not that i'm bitter
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