Scotland...go f**K yerself!!

It is ALWAYS the same. ALWAYS! You give us that little glimmer of hope that this time it might be different. This time will be the magical time. This time you wont be like the drug addict, who promises that they have changed and wants to borrow $100 and swears it aint for drugs. Well Scotland I gave you my $100 of faith and you repaid me the only way you know how...you ripped my fucking heart out. You bought your drugs.

Plucky. Spirited. Bravehearts. You will read all the usual jingoistic bullshit tomorrow. And you will get that feeling that is all to common. Another big tournament that we will watch on the T.V.

Yes, we gave the Dutch a run for their money. The team ranked 3rd in the World. "We were unlucky" "If only Miller had scored" or "If Miller's shot that hit the bar went in" etc etc these all equate to one thing. NOT GOOD ENOUGH. YOU HEAR ME. N-O-T G-O-O-D E-N-O-U-G-H!!

All of the above "what if's" are equivalent of saying "well if we had Torres up front with Rooney just off..." basically it is the same excuses over and over. If my Granny had balls, well she would be my Grandpa. You get what I'm saying.

The damage was done away long before tonight. So for those out there that want to paint the picture of the Gallant Scots mull this over. Our qualifying record consists of 2 wins over Iceland, 1 win over Macedonia, and a draw with Norway. That is the kind of form that would have Kaka reaching for the toilet roll, I'm sure th shit was rolling down his legs worrying about facing a team that could pull of those astonishing feats. Or maybe he just shat himself laughing.

I do not know where we go from here. I honestly do not. We tried Bertie, Wattie fucked off, and Burley will get bombed. I have no clue as to what is next. I hoped that we would have been soundly beaten rather than being nearly men again. Even the goal, it was not the Total Football 52 pass monster we expected where, Van Persie riding a unicycle nutmegs 10 men and Marshall then slots it home before disappearing in a puff of orange smoke. It was, a hump up the park, an old 39 year old man couldn't move his legs fast enough, then falls over, but not before cushioning the ball into the Dutch Usain Bolt, who promptly made Marshall fall before slotting it in. It was a goal Scotland would score. If we didn't have the shite Kenny Miller up front, but hey ho he tries hard. Do one.

My misery is a seething rage combined with pure dejection. The first text I got after the game was from a fellow Scot "Devastation doesn't quite cover it somehow"

So very very true.

The ba's burst.