Scotland are floundering at the World Cup and right now everybody knows this is close to nowhere. I'm not in Boston but my t-shirt came from there a few days ago. I'm not in Miami either. I'm in the hoose. I wore it and hoped the t-shirt would be a lucky talisman for the Brazil game. The magic sparkle of a lone couch and TV supporter sending good vibes. Sadly not this time. We've been here before.
Scotland have scored one goal in three matches. Now we wait for everyone's success or failure in the final set of games. Our fate is no longer in our own hands. A hot and arid no-man's land has opened up before us. Sniper Alley on a points system. It turns out we're more of a wee team than a big boy's team, come the big day. Damn. Great set of fans though.
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