Sunday, 8 October 2017

Lithuania v England. 08/10/17

"Scott, this isn't what I imagined watching England would be like."

Lithuania 0-1 England. LFF stadionas.
Sunday 08/10/17.
When my girlfriend asked me what I wanted to do for my 30th birthday, she probably had a number of ideas in mind. Now I'm not one to dive into the female psyche, but I'm willing to bet that none of them involved "Lithuania away for four days for a pointless World Cup Qualifier, via Estonia and Latvia and spending a night sleeping on a bus." Yet here we were, setting off from London Stansted at 6.50am on a Friday morning bound for Tallinn, capital of Estonia for a whistle-stop tour of the Baltics.

Katie had never been to any of our three destination countries before, nor been to an England game - an away match in Vilnius is as glamorous a start as you can get - while I was looking forward to actually seeing some of Tallinn this time, having famously been so hungover on our 2014 visit that I slept through the entire Estonia v England game in my hostel.

Firstly, we had to get there though which Ryanair were seemingly determined to make as difficult as possible. A spectacular cock up from the budget airline meant that they were having to cancel 2,000 flights over October and November due to a lack of pilots. Somehow, ours was one that escaped the cull and so there was deep joy when we touched down in Tallinn against all the odds.

Alexander Nevsky Cathedral
My desire to see some of Tallinn this time rather than laying comatose in bed with the sort of hangover that would drive a lesser man to cutting his own head off was fulfilled as we wandered around the old town, up Toompea Hill for some stunning views of the city and we even visited several churches. No alcohol passed our lips until late in the afternoon, a McCarthy Football Travels record of five hours between touch down and first beer.

Tallinn Old Town from the top of Toompea Hill was a fantastic view
That first beer took place in a little side street pub called Bear Bar. I'd been here alone in 2014 while waiting for some friends to arrive and found it very friendly and a good place to drink by myself. This amused Katie for reasons I was unable to fathom until she pointed out that we were in fact in a gay bar. I refused to believe this until the evidence became overwhelming; the glittery table clothes, the blaring out of boy band tunes and the fact that every other patron bar Katie was a bloke.

While outing yourself as a possible homosexual while abroad with your girlfriend isn't an ideal turn of events, it could have been much worse given I'd been raving about the local beer beforehand. Luckily, I never referred to it by name, otherwise telling her "I love Le Coq" along with the fact I had a great time alone in a gay bar might well have bought a premature end to the trip.

Pint of Coq in the Bear Bar
Pint of Coq in the Bear Bar done, it was off for birthday food and drinks which consisted of a medieval banquet of bear, wild boar and elk and some strong honey mead and then a pub crawl through Tallinn's finest bars for Coq and the local speciality, vodka. This crawl of course included Labor, the bar famous for selling shots of some horrific concoction called cocaine in test tube shots. Five of these each to toast 30 years on the planet left me feeling nearly 60 years old the next morning. Katie meanwhile had contrived to do the impossible and drunkenly lose one shoe at some point between entering the hostel and getting back to the room.

Bear, elk, wild boar - the medeival banquet
Labor - when will the lesson be learnt that any shot coming in
a test tube isn't going  to be good?

There was another McCarthy Football Travels first on Saturday as we went to an art gallery, Kumu. The Estonian's know how to do culture well as Kumu also sold beer although, unfortunately yours truly was too hungover to enjoy the paintings with a bottle. This cultural activity was offset by some more traditional behaviour, namely getting into Kadriog Stadium, home of FC Levadia Tallinn for a nose around.

Kadriog Stadium, home of the nine times Estonian champions
Classic Eastern European Stadium
Before A Le. Coq Arena was built, Kadriog Stadium had been the home of the national team. It had everything you want from a small nation home ground - two small stands, a running track, no roof and a huge scoreboard. We probably could've got on the pitch if we wanted for a kick around - Katie informed me she used to be a handy defender back in the day - but out of respect for the nine times Estonia champions, we decided not to. That and the burly security guard who was wandering slowly around the ground having second guessed what was about to happen. 

If there was one part of the trip that was being approached with something akin to dread, it was the overnight bus. Katie likes to get a good night's sleep and how much sleep you can get in eight hours between Tallinn and Vilnius is debatable.

"Strictly no alcohol is allowed on the bus"
The answer, it turned out, was quite a lot if you load up on Jim Beam whiskey in a bar beforehand outside the bus station, and then blatantly ignore the no alcohol rule and  take a large bottle of the stuff onto the bus with you. It helps that the Lux Express has to be one of the most comfortable coaches around and that it was so empty that we were able to spread out and have two seats each to lie across. We left Tallinn at 10.30pm Saturday and by 6.30am we were in Vilnius.

Welcome to wet and windy Vilnius
After a two hour stay hiding from the wind and rain in a McDonalds outside the bus station in which we were only accosted on four different occasions by the homeless, we were able to check into our hotel a few hours early. Despite being Lithuania's capital, there was actually very little to do in Vilnius other than attempt to haggle with market sellers over the price of a flat cap or go to the pub where we soon met up with the usual England away crowd of Mark, Kevin, Fiona and Sara.

Mark in particular was having a good time of it, a root canal tooth probem meaning he was on antibiotics and had been unable to drink on the trip so far. Within 10 minutes of our arrival, we'd driven him to take up a strong local beer and within a pint of that he was absolutely hammered, which provided probably the best entertainment of the day given how dire the football would turn out to be.

The normal rules of engagement on a match day are visit several pubs and see the city. Given the fact that it was more miserable than the Tory Party Conference outside, that went out the window as we stayed within the shelter of Artistai until 30 minutes before kick off. Some of us were even hoping the game would be called off due to a waterlogged pitch. That was pretty unlikely given that the pitch is artificial, but nothing would surprise me any more after that debacle in Poland five years ago of a waterlogged pitch in a stadium with a retractable roof. Unfortunately, there was no failure of Eastern European technology this time and so we had to make the 20 minute walk to LFF stadionas.

LFF stadionas in all her glory
Ku Klux Klan (a)

Now came the challenge of getting Katie a ticket for the game. Thankfullly, this challenge proved fairly straightforward and we had in our possession one home end ticket at face value. One kind hearted England fan then swapped his away end ticket for that home end one and boom, Katie was in for her first England game. As an added bonus, our knight in shining armour definitely ended up with the better deal of a stand with a roof and alcohol inside the ground.

"Scott, this isn't what I imagined watching England would be like", Katie turned to me midway through the first half and said. And she had a point. When you are used to watching the Three Lions on television from Wembley or in huge stadiums at big tournaments, then LFF stadionas will come as a bit of a shock.

The cover included trees
Holding a total of 5,067 people, it was essentially Withdean Stadium or a pre season friendly in Scandinavia. The away fans were in a tiny stand behind the goal so close to the pitch you could hear exactly what was going on on it, including some delightful industiallanguage from Aaron Cresswell on his first start, Along one side was another small stand, meant for home fans but with at least 50% England. This had some cover towards the back in the form of some lovely trees while the opposite side held the main stand. Behind the other goal was just a set of tents making it look like a village fete rather than an international football ground.

While the home end had cover and alcohol, the away end had ponchos and tea. Stewards on the turnstiles were handing out green and yellow ponchos and with every single person in the ground wearing them, it looked like the Ku Klux Klan were holding a rally in their away kit. There might have been no beer in the away stand but at one end of the tents selling refreshments, you could pick up a 'sweet tea'.

1-0 England and time for the flare
Given that there was sugar freely available and so you could add as much as you liked to a normal tea to make it sweeter, a cynic, or someone who had spent the previous night drinking whiskey straight to knock themselves out for a bus journey, would say that the 'sweet' element in this special sweet tea was in fact whiskey. The tea certainly helped take the edge of the cold and more importantly, the mind numbingly boredom that the game inflicted on everyone.

Harry Kane got the only goal in front of the away fans in the first half from the penalty spot, a goal that was greeted with a flare going off. The owner of said flare rather boldly let it off before Kane had even struck the ball which led to some regret that Kane actually scored it given that a miss followed by a bloke wondering what the hell to do with his lit flare would have been fantastic.

Actually, it would have been the highlight of the game as nothing else happened. Jack Butland made one save of note and even that was from his own defender Michael Keane. Large swathes of the England support left at half time seeking the solace of beer, warmth and Baltics special garlic bread and you couldn't really blame them. It was a typical performance under Gareth Southgate for England - dull, pedestrian and lifeless but it got the job done, even if Lithuania were arguably the better side. Had they have had a striker, it could have been an embarassing result for the Three Lions.

Thank God that game is over...
We stayed until the bitter end before walking back into the centre to meet up again with Mark, Kevin, Fiona, Sara and the rest for some post game beer and vodka straight to get into the Lithuanian spirit. They were all playing the long game, hanging out in the pub until closing and then going straight to the airport, given that they had a 6am flight from Vilnius back to Gatwick. Mark in particular looked to be in a world of trouble by this point, somehow believing that he was in Glasgow rather than Vilnius. The only possible similarities were the dreary weather but even so, this was a fine advert for why drinking on antibiotics is an excellent idea.

We on the other hand had a bed for the night and an 8am coach onwards to country number three of the trip, Latvia. That was a mere four hour journey, giving us enough time to have a look around Riga's old town, eat some traditional Latvian meatballs and experience some Latvian beer.

Country number theee - Latvia

Yes, that is a monkey in a space suit;
no, no idea either
Last time I was in Riga I was too hungover to drink but I did at least make a game of football, Latvia taking on Turkey in a game that was nearly as boring as Lithuania v England. Nearly, but not quite. This time we stumbled across one of the stranger statues in existence of a 30 foot tall monkey in a space suit. Answers on a postcard as to what that is all about, please. 

That night it was homeward bound from Riga to Stansted on another surprisingly successful Ryanair flight, which brought to an end our Baltics tour and Katie's first ever England game. So, did she enjoy it? She did, which is great news given her birthday in March coincides with the Netherlands away.

Amsterdam, here we come.

Lithuania: Erenstas Setkus, Valdemaras Borovskis, Linas Klimavicius, Edvinas Girdvainas, Vytautas Andriuskevicius, Arturas Zulpa, Arvydas Novikovas, Ovidijus Verbickas, Fedor Cernych, Vykintas Slivka (Karolis Chvedukas), Darvydas Sernas (Deivydas Matulevicius).

England: Jack Butland, Michael Kane, John Stones, Harry Maguire, Kieran Trippier, Jordan Henderson, Harry Winks, Aaron Cresswell, Michael Rashford (Daniel Sturridge), Dele Alli (Jesse Lingard), Harry Kane 1.

Attendance: 5,067

Tuesday, 13 June 2017

France v England. 13/06/17

"Why would a suicide bomber blow himself up here? You won't find anywhere cheaper for a baguette and a Kronenbourg in Paris."

France 3-2 England. Stade de France.
Tuesday 13/06/17.
Think of your mothers birthday and what images come to mind? A nice bunch of flowers? A box of chocolates? Maybe even a good bottle of wine? My mother received none of those things this year. Her combined Mothers Day and birthday present was in fact a trip to the Stade de France to watch France v England in an international friendly.

This may seem odd. Plenty of people have been put off traveling to Paris due to the spate of terrorism attacks, one of which occured when a suicide bomber blew himself up metres from the turnstiles of Stade de France less than two years ago. And while plenty of mothers would've preferred those flowers or chocolates, Alison McCarthy wanted to witness Kieran Trippier's England debut. France away it was.

Brighton on Tour
Alison's one previous experience of traveling away with England had come a year ago in the Euros. She sure knows how to pick her games, as on that occasion it was down in Marseille against Russia, an occasion played out to running battles throughout the city with locals and MMA trained Russians. Avoiding ISIS would be a walk in the park in comparison.

That Marseille trip had begun and ended in Paris, which meant that most of what there is to see had been seen. I'd returned a further two times to the city over the course of England's disastrous Euro 2016 campaign. I'd watched a game on the big screen in front of the Eifell Tower. Avoided being pick pocketed at the Louvre. Got a bad back at Notre Dame. Walked (illegally) thought the tunnel where Princess Diana died. Spent an evening drinking with two lovely ladies next to Moulin Rouge. Nearly been mown down on the Champs Elysee. Paris was, as they say, completed.

Arc de Triomphe constituted the days sightseeing

That meant it was just a quick trip for the final England game of the season. Arrive at Charles De Gaule at 10am on game day, leave at 8pm the following day. A straight forward plan in which nothing could go wrong, surely? 

We had only been in the country for 10 minutes when the heightened security bought about after several years of terrorist attacks introduced itself as, for reasons that nobody still understands, the entire station at the airport was evacuated. This led to utter confusion as people just milled around outside with plenty of station officials doing that most French of things, the Gallic shoulder shrug. This was an ominous start to proceedings but after 10 minutes whatever the emergency situation was was over and it was off to the city centre via the Arc De Triomphe where we would collect our tickets.

This was the one sight Alison hadn't seen on our last visit and so she was probably the only England fan happy with the location of the collection point, given that the poor man's Marble Arch is miles out of the centre and most supporters passed through Gare Du Nord on arrival. Stick the ticket collection point at the cities main station? Don't be silly! If the FA had any common sense, they could be dangerous.

A rare luxury - a hotel near Notre Dame

Alison's mood at seeing Arc De Triomphe improved even further with our accommodation near Notre Dame. Regular readers will know that being the tightest man on the planet, I always try and skimp on accommodation costs by staying in multiman hostel rooms, traveling on overnight transport or in some cases just sleeping rough.

On Alison's previous trip I had relented slightly and booked a hotel, albeit the cheapest one I could find. This turned out to be in one of Paris' red light districts which is the last place you want to be staying with your mother. There was relief all round then when an actual, proper hotel not surrounded by sex shops was our base for the trip.

Thankfully, I am blessed with a mother who likes her beer and so we were soon off to meet up with the rest of the Brighton contingent of Dean, Lewis, Ciaran and Mark. They had had an unsavoury incident with a large gang of pickpockets at Gare De Nord earlier in the day. Fortunately they had got out of it unscathed but after such events the only way to get over then is with several drinks and Alison and myself were only to happy to help in that regard.

The queues build at the Stade de France security checks
With security said to be tight, we headed off to Saint Denis two hours before kick off. There were plenty of outside units selling alcohol around the stadium which vindicated the early arrival although one portaloo for 60,000 odd fans alighting at the station seemed wildly ambitious.

 There were three security checks to get in and, in typical French style, it was absolute bloody chaos at all of them. The first was prior to the away turnstiles with fans being funnelled into a small gap tighter than nun. A cursory glance at any sort of paper that could resemble a ticket was all it took to pass that. After the stress of being crushed there, we had more beer from one bar directly outside the away turnstiles, Les Rendezvous.

This I discovered afterwards was basically the exact spot where one of the suicide bombers detonated his belt on that fateful evening in November 2015. If anything rams home how mad these people are, it's that he chose to blew himself when he could've paid £5 for a pint of Kronenbourg and a ham and cheese baguette. Practically giving it away by Paris' standards.

A giant England flag in the home end to show 'solidarity' after
the Manchester and London Bridge attacks
National Anthem time in the Stade de France
Of course there have been plenty more terrorist attacks since then, two of them recently in Manchester and London. Before this game, I was becoming extremely weary of what feels like the sense that every single international game these days has to mourn something or other just for the sake of mourning. Its become almost as if football associations and clubs are putting on these shows purely to say "Look at us and how caring we are". We had had a minutes silence three days previously at Hampden Park when playing Scotland away. Why did we need another one here, let alone French fans making a giant England flag or joining in with God Save The Queen or an Oasis sing-along befire kick off? Well, I take it back as it actually ended up being pretty moving stuff and it definitely helped the atmosphere inside the stadium for what was essentially a nothing friendly.

The Stade de France itself was excellent, three tiers and a sea of red, white and blue thanks to virtually every home supporter in the ground waving a tricolour around. The French were in fine voice and so were the English, penned in one lower tier corner. The huge gaps between the roof and the back of the stands in some grounds would mean a lot of the noise escaping but not here. Those gaps also allowed for a brilliant view of a quite beautiful sunset.

Le Tricolore - the worlds best flag?

A full away end at Stade de France
History was made for several reasons during the game itself. One being that this wasn't the normal sluggish and turgid encounter that friendlies tend to be. Second was Theresa May becoming the first Prime Minister in history to join in with a Mexican Wave. It was much reported that she was also the only English supporter in the ground to join in given the Three Lions support much heralded hatred of them but I am ashamed to admit this is actually fake news - Alison McCarthy herself joined in. She does have much to learn about England away yet.

Third was that we got to witness the first ever red card by video assistant referee. Raphael Varane was the man, sent from the field of play for bringing down Dele Alli in the box a few minutes into the second half after the referee consulted another official who had the benefit of television replays. There was a lot of confussion inside the stadium as nobody actually realised what was going on. It seemed to take forever from the awarding of the penalty to Varane being flashed the red card and it wasn't until reading reports afterwards that we knew we'd witnessed a piece of history. Clearly, communication to the crowd needs to be improved as does how quickly a decision can be made. Early days, but those who said video referees wouldn't affect the flow of the game may have to reconsider.
France 3-2 England

That penalty allowed captain Harry Kane to equalise for England. He had put them 1-0 up in the first half, only for Samuel Umtiti and Djibril Sidibe to put Les Bleus ahead at the break. France were not all full strength but they still looked far better than England with the Three Lions relying on Tom Heaton and then Jack Butland to prevent the game running away from them. Ousmane Dembele scored France's winner and despite playing against 10 men, England couldn't find a way through. 3-2 it finished, a far cry from the snoozefest against Scotland three days earlier.

After the game we returned to the Jihadi Bar for more Kronenbourg and to let the crowds die down. It was all very relaxed as French and English supporters swapped flags and stories. Remarkably, we found something to do on the Wednesday before the fight home with a visit to Parc Des Princes to have a snoop around the home of Paris Saint Germain.

Parc des Princes - home of Paris Saint Germain

The quite brilliant Stade Jean-Bouin, home to Stade Francais
PSG are excellently located in what must be one of the finest sporting quarters of any city in Europe given that Rugby union side Stade Francais have their stadium next door and Roland Garos is just across the road. Three sporting venues ticked off in 30 minutes - and there was me saying there was nothing left to do in Paris.

Steak and beer in the Chatelet area of the city wrapped up Alison's birthday treat. "What might you want next year then?" I asked her as we headed back to Charles De Gaule afterwards for the short hop back to Gatwick. A ticket to England's first group game of the World Cup in Russia was her reply. Yeah, we might need to take a rain check on that one.

France: Hugo Lloris, Djibril Sidibe 1 (Christophe Jallet), Raphael Varane, Samuel Umtiti 1, Benjamin Mendy (Lucas Digne), Ousmane Dembele 1, Paul Pogba, N'Golo Kante, Thomas Lemar, Olivier Giroud (Laurent Koscielny), Kylian Mbappe.

England: Tom Heaton (Jack Butland), Phil Jones (Aaron Cresswell), John Stones, Gary Cahill, Kieran Trippier (Adam Lallana), Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain, Eric Dier, Ryan Bertrand (Kyle Walker), Raheem Sterling, Dele Alli, Harry Kane 2.

Attendance: 75,000.

Saturday, 10 June 2017

Scotland v England. 10/06/17

"I assumed you were joking when you said you were bringing us a pack of beer up because the pubs here aren't allowed to open until 11am."

Scotland 2-2 England. Hampden Park.
Saturday 10/06/17
England v Scotland games are like the proverbial London Bus. You wait 14 years for one to come along, and then you end up with four in three years. Not that any supporters of the two nations would've complaining.

No, the only murmurs of discontent predictably came from the police and the British press. The police had firstly wanted this game to be a midday kick off and then when that request was quite rightly denied, they decided to put in place a ban on any street drinking across the weekend. Spoilsports.

"Us v them"
As for the press, well the way they carried on in the run up to the game you could've been forgiven for expecting World War III to break out on the streets of Glasgow. One respected national journalist even went so far as to suggest a return to "The dark days of 1980s hooliganism" was on the cards, based on two idiots pulling Hitler salutes at the Germany away game back in March.

In completely surprising news, this full blown campaign of bed wetting hysteria turned out to be absolute nonsense. Both sets of supporters were passionate but it was never anything more than that. There was even the surreal sight of Scotland and England fans clapping each other as the Scots exited Hampden Park while the visitors were locked in for 30 minutes after the final whistle. Needless to say, that show of mutual respect didn't make any of the papers the next day.

This was effectively a day trip for me thanks to that old favourite, the National Express overnight coach. A 10.15pm departure from London Victoria on Friday night saw a 7.15am arrival in Glasgow Saturday morning while going back the other way it was a 10.15 departure Saturday evening, arriving back in London at 6.40am. Travel and accommodation rolled into one and for less than £30. Which was just as well as the match ticket was a stonking £55.

No pubs opening until 11am forced us into
the "Kronenbourg in hotel room while watching
Coronation Street omnibus" approach
Now if Scotland were a modern, civilised country then a 7.15am arrival would've been no problem at all. A quick visit to Wetherspoons for a fry up and a pint would've got the day off to an excellent start. Scotland is however still living in the 1990s, with draconian drinking laws that mean pubs can only serve alcohol between the hours of 11am and midnight. This makes somewhat of a mockery out of the claim that it is a nation of drinkers, when you can in fact only drink in the prescribed hours laid down by Nicola Sturgeon.

Miss Sturgeon had burned me in this way on England's last game in Scotland at Celtic Park in November 2014 and, much like the Scottish electorate in the general election 48 hours previously, I wasn't going to be fooled by her a second time around. Before leaving London four cans of Kronenbourg were purchased and so I trotted off to meet my fellow Brighton supporter Lewis in his hotel room, where we enjoyed a morning beer and Coronation Street omnibus. If watching Bethany Platt attempting to run away with a bloke old enough to be her father doesn't get you up for one of the most historic rivalries in international football, nothing will.

11am - finally, a beer!
Happy campers as we finally get a pub drink in the Bon Accord
The very aptly named "The State"
By 11am and opening time, a gabble of Brighton supporters had gathered at Bon Accord for a pub crawl leading from the Charring Cross area of Glasgow right back to Central Station. As well as the Bon Accord, the crawl took in The Henglers Circus, a pub very aptly named The State, The Hippo Tap Room and The Pot Still. It proved to be well worth the four hours wait between my arrival and opening time as the pubs were excellent, as was the whiskey which ended up being a pretty unnecessary accompaniment to each Tennants. The Scottish theme didn't stop there either as haggis was taken on board for lunch. Thankfully, I managed to escape having a haggis bomb, which is seemingly a Jaegerbomb with the Red Bull substituted for Irn Bru. Lewis had the misfortune to have one after the game at approximately 2am in Popworld and reported back that they are every bit as horrible as you would imagine.

Haggish, mash, swede - food of champions
Hampden Park is around a 15 minute train ride from Glasgow Central, in the suburb of Mount Florida. Naturally, England and Scotland fans couldn't be trusted to travel together to the stadium and so we had completely separate trains that went to completely separate stations. The English station for the day was Kings Park which led to a merry dance around a housing estate to reach the stadium.

The Scottish FA are considering leaving Hampden Park when their tenancy agreement is up in the next few years and it isn't hard to see why. It just doesn't work as a football ground. The bowl shape means that the areas behind the goals are miles back from the pitch for seemingly no reason as there isn't even a running track. England were housed behind one of those goals and I was lucky enough to grab a spot in the back row. Even halfway down the stand the view becomes impaired and if you are at the front then the technical term for what you can see is better known as bugger all.

Hampden Park
Pre game display from the Scotland support
Scotland's poor performances over the last decade mean they also struggle to fill it apart from for the really big games. Taking the national team on the road and using Celtic Park and Ibrox when the crowd size demands it seems a much better option than another long agreement to rent Hampden from where I am standing.

Rousing renditions of both national anthems gave away to a pretty disappointing atmosphere in terms of what you would expect from the occasions. That probably wasn't helped by both sides looking very much like 22 players who hadn't played a competitive game for three weeks; the game being desperately poor for 70 minutes with man along the row from me being rumoured to have slipped into a coma through sheer boredom.

The England masses seperated from the Scotland hoardes
Full time. 2-2
And then the last 20 minutes happened. Thank Christ there were two clowns in either goal as both goalkeepers belatedly decided to make things entertaining. Craig Gordon firstly made a total mess out of Alex Oxlaide-Chamberlain's shot to hand England the lead. The visiting support were crowing, the sound of "You're just a shit San Marino" bellowing around the ground. Scotland supporters could only offer a pretty feeble Icelandic Clap in response. Hey, at least we made a major tournament in 2016. And 2014. And 2012. And 2010. And 2006. And 2004. And 2002. And 2000.

That looked like game over but Leigh Griffiths and Joe Hart clearly had other ideas. Hart had already offered the only entertainment of the first half by wearing a baseball cap rarely seen outside of the school playground or in any game involving Chris Kirkland. Did the hat have magic powers? Possibly as without it, he was beaten by two virtually indentical Griffiths free kicks in the space of two minutes to turn the game on its head.

England scrape a draw with "a shit San Marino"
The roar that greeted the second could probably be heard on one of the moons of Jupiter as bodies went flying in the home sections and general bedlam broke out. I've never seen a goal celebrated so wildly and a special mention must go to the three disabled supporters at the front of the Scotland sector to England's right. They took the time in amongst the jubilation to wheel over to the away fans and celebrate in front of them with some standard middle fingers thrown in for good measure.

Glasgow looked set for a big Saturday night party until Harry Kane saved England's blushes in the 93rd minute with an equaliser that prompted hysteria of a different kind. If Griffith's ssecond gave Scotland unbridled joy, then Captain Kane's goal was an outpouring of sheer relieve. Thank Christ we didn't lose to them.

Hampden empties but the English fans are kept in
The final whistle blew at 2-2 with the unreported appreciation from both sets of supporters towards to each other. By the time we were finally allowed out of Hampden, there was only time for a couple of beers before I had to board the coach home while the others headed out for a night on the town and haggis bombs in the aforementioned Pop World.

Although when you think about it, there was only 105 minutes of pub time left between my departure for London and the calling of last orders anyway given midnight was approaching. Those beer laws really do need looking at ASAP. Sort them out, don't play at Hampden Park and then Scotland away might finally live up to the hype.

Scotland: Craig Gordon, Christophe Berra, Charlie Mulgrew, Kieran Tierny, Ikechi Anya (Chris Martin), James Morrison (James McArthur), Scott Brown, Andrew Robertson, Robert Snodgrass (Ryan Fraser), Stuart Armstrong, Leigh Griffiths 2.

England: Joe Hart, Kyle Walker, Chris Smalling, Gary Cahill, Ryan Bertrand, Jake Livermore (Jermaine Defoe), Eric Dier, Marcus Rashford (Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain 1), Deli Alli (Raheem Sterling), Adam Lallana, Harry Kane 1.

Attendance: 48,520