It’s shite being Scottish

Last night Scotland’s national football team were beaten by world champions Germany 3-2 at Hampden in Glasgow. This is of course par for the course for Scotland to fail heroically and as a Scot living in England this means that you’re told constantly that ‘it wasn’t to be‘ by smirking arseholes.

But it’s a task to support Scotland even back in the day when qualifying for international tournaments was something we’d do more easily than breathing, now qualifying is like ¬† shaving a balloon after you’ve drunk a bottle of cheap gin. You know you can do it if only you could stop shitting yourself every five minutes. That’s Scotland.

There’s also been all the same tedious keyboard supporters crying for manager Gordon Strachan’s job, but do people forget the halcyon days of Craig Levein or George¬†Burley where we’d struggle against a wet fart on our day? Strachan isn’t perfect but he’s right to say we’re still in it, but we need to beat Poland and hope Germany do us a favour by beating Ireland, then it’s all on for the final game as we play the titans of Gibraltar and Ireland go away to Poland, which is tough.

Even if we get into the playoffs I’ll be happy, but before I die I’d like for my country to qualify for at least one more tournament, and I hope we’re in the playoffs. Though last time we reached the playoffs in 2003 we played the Dutch who we beat 1-0 at Hampden and four days later we were utterly drubbed by the Dutch in a display which was awesome if you’re Dutch, deeply embarrassing if you’re Scottish.Sadly for the second leg I watched the game in a gigantic pub in the centre of Stockholm thinking ‘ach, there’s not going to be too many Dutch fans here‘ before quickly realising I was in this pub in Stockholm with around 100 Dutch fans as there’s a large Dutch community there. I did however manage to find a few fellow Scots to despair with, which was nice.

So don’t give me any shite about suffering for your team. If you’re Scottish and of a certain age, you’ve seen highs, lows, and positively subterranean depths our country has fallen to in the game of associated football over the last 40 years.There’s still hope. There’s always hope.

But sometimes it’s shite being Scottish.