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On the contrary I think he would have shown himself truly to be the greatest ever if he played now. The absolute brutality of the challenges he had to endure on the field would be gone now and he'd be unbeatable. He had a bigger personality and greater leadership than Messi and he would have won umpteen world cups with Argentina now given the players they have. The way the game is now he would have been looked after much better now. The way he was treated at Napoli was awful and allowed the worst of his demons to surface. This is really sad news.

I thought there were rules about outing posters..... I'm pissed off at myself for clicking on this as my youtube will now be choc full of charlie and the bhoys or somesuch.

Similar boat here. I cycled across it 6 years ago and it was eye opening how fucked up it was. The aforementioned poverty, the ubiquitous flags, the worship of the military, churches everywhere, people being friendly but with a huge chip on their shoulders about the world "hating America". There is more I could list which would be obvious, but man, I was alarmed at how poor it was. I also quite enjoyed parts of it. Kansas is underrated (when cycling across anyway) and Montana was stunning (weird redneck population though; the most blatantly and frequently racist people). Colorado had the most attractive women by far (visiting Boulder and Denver was like walking through a sports illustrated issue) and the nature there was nice too. It all felt incongruent, like the people and buildings didn't belong (which, of course, they don't). It all made me pretty grateful to be Scottish tbhqfhwy (to be quite fucking honest with you).

I want a former Norwegian fighter pilot as our next performance director please. Thank you.

It's no wonder that the players lack hunger and intensity if he keeps slaughtering them publicly after a defeat/poor performance. We've seen this apparent lack of self-awareness from him before and it's only ever gone one way. I'm torn between my ardour for a timplosion and my loathing of tri-***-phalism (the latter portmanteau needs work) so I can't enjoy this as much as I'd like, but it must be hugely frustrating for Celtic fans to see.

I'm gonna assume that GR had his tongue firmly in his cheek. Slovakia and then Israel brought us back down to earth a bit. I reckon with a full team (Fraser in for Christie, Forrest in for O'Donnell) we can give each of these teams a game, but we need to magic a goalscorer from somewhere.....

Something to do with Berwick, I think.

Baracus incoming.

This ref has been pish. It's not an excuse or anything, but he's been hugely inconsistent. Oli Burke has looked good, but the lack of penetration is irritating.

The lack of confidence in Christie in the final third is quite surprising. We haven't dominated and nor have we been the better side. It's been a pretty even game and Israel do seem to be satisfied with letting us have the ball and hoofing it long. We haven't had much in the way of chances and I wouldn't be surprised to see us losing another goal on the counter tbh. I don't see how any personnel changes at this stage changes anything either. A motivating and energising team talk, maybe.

This thread to P and B gold please. Thank you.

Everyone: Yaaaaaaaaaaaassss! Everyone else: Yes sir, I can Boogie!!! Everyone not otherwise stated: *sobbing joyfully for reasons they can't comprehend* Nobody at all: McGregor and Brown need to get back into this squad. Baracus mate, just enjoy the moment. If there is ever a danger of Broony or McGregor getting back into the squad (there absolutely isn't) then let's deal with that when it comes. In the mean time, my neighbours haven't heard enough about my capacity and capabilities with regard to "boogie". I'm awa to keep them updated.

Finally, a Thistle fan who recognises the decision to relegate them was the correct call. Honestly the last few days I completely forgot I supported a club team at all. Probably for the best tbf.

Absolutely nothing. I hate absolutely nothing about the fitba. Fitba is beautiful. Get this curmudgeonly pish in the sea. I fuckin love fitba.

That really is fuckin fantastic. It's now my favourite film.

Fuckin NOOOOOOOPE!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSS!!! (aye, still hefty buzzin)

Thank you to whomever furnished me with extra greenies. There should be a greenie amnesty on what seems to be P n B's VE Day. Spread the love a'bdy.

That waistcoat fair gives G-Man away though.

Also the arsehole voted to sever the livelihood of millions of poor and working poor. She can't f**k off enough. Back to the present. I honestly feel like I'll never be sad again. I just feel such intense joy. It's at moments like these that I grieve for people who aren't football supporters. They haven't the faintest idea what they're missing. I reckon this will be spoken about for generations to come. The significance of it, not just from a football perspective, but from a national perspective, cannot be overstated (but I could give it a good go tbf). What the team did last night was to change the narrative of what it means to not just be a Scottish Football Player of supporter, but to be Scottish. The "nearly" story that has underpinned and undermined various world cup campaigns has also informed the national psyche. We've seen this play out politically in the varied failures of independence/devolution referenda, and I don't want to get into another Yes/No debate (I'm enjoying the unity surrounding the team just now) but I see them all as a wound to the national psyche that perpetuates the narrative that we "cannae dae it". For anyone who has changed their own story, whether that be doing the therapeutic work of moving from a story of victimhood to one of empowerment and agency, or from a narrative of avoidance and separation to one of engagement and integration you'll know how much courage and character it takes, and how powerful the impact of the change. When we change our own story we also change the story of generations to come. A man from a long line of alcoholics who heals his own wounds will cease the perpetuation of the shame and silence which defined the men of previous generations of his family. The story of what it means to be a man in his family has been transformed. Last night the team decided that the story of Scotland being a team who fall at the final hurdle and choose self sabotage over success has been re-written. It's not to say that we won't fail to qualify again, or that there won't be a last minute mistake that results in heartbreaking loss. What it means is that after last night those events, should they occur, won't have as much say in how we define ourselves as they have in the past. Before last night conceding a last minute goal was "typical Scotland" as we tell ourselves that to be Scottish is to f**k up and that to be Scottish is to not sit at the banquet with all the other countries, but to look in from the outside like the street urchins we are. Last night represented a shift from that, and we all felt it. Now when we experience failure it won't be a validation of our own unworthiness, it'll be just that, a failure. An opportunity to learn and grow, and fuel for the next success. Deep down we all want to feel pride in being Scottish, but our own cringe has held us back. The fear that we don't deserve to enjoy success and it'll be snatched away at the last minute has held us back from truly believing in ourselves as a nation. I have a strong feeling that the tears that poured out of us yesterday and today are from the knowledge that things have changed irrevocably, and that we can finally give ourselves permission to achieve. Tl;dr; Birthday caird pish.

We're gonna ragdoll them aren't we? We're never losing again. Having another chance to watch this team of absolute stauner merchants so soon after their swording of Serbia feels like all my birthdays at once. Slovakia 0-3 Scotland.

Republic of Ireland. I'm not a glory hunter, and now that we're a team of routine qualification Euroshaggers it's time for me to step aside and seek a new challenge among the sub pot 3 dross. And dat's all oi hav to say abow dat.

They tried one of those. They split up. Bit of a messy one. It was a bit of a big deal at the time.....

I bought beer for my mate and Kombucha for me (I'm a fuckin health freak) Only regret of the night. Enjoy your French voddy (voddet?)

Anyone have a spare can? I ran out.

Declan Gallagher was utterly immense tonight. Mitrovic will never want to see him again. Totally nullified his aerial threat. I'm gonna get no sleep tonight. I can't fuckin believe a) that this has happened in the way that it has and b) how fuckin good this feels. I'm an emotional man but there aren't any tears just now. I'm just ecstatically stunned. I love you all right now. Fuckin love being Scottish.