SCO vs BRA

My first memories of World Cup football are Mexico ’86. After Jock Stein died at the end of the qualifying match against Wales the previous year, some bloke called Alex Ferguson took over as manager. Not sure what happened to him after that though. Scotland, as usual, didn’t make it out of the group stage back then, in fact the closest we’ve managed was in 1974, the year after I was born, where we lost out on goal difference by one goal. We were unbeaten in the group stage though, one win, two draws. I write all this with the usual Scottish head over heart battle. My head, and the form guide, says Brazil will beat us. Which suggests then that I am hoping they don’t beat us by more than a goal and that’s not far from the truth. My heart thinks but wait, we’ve shown tiny glimpses of promise, a couple of different bounces of the ball and we’d have equalised with Morocco after all, right? Ahhh to be a Scotland fan, the hope, the build up, the maybe maybe maybe ness of it all. So I will…