IggyStooge

We qualify for a tournament only for it to transpire to be a prolonged advertisment for pharmaceutimcal conglomerates. Wha's like us...?

May as well give this a bash to see if it works for the Euros Starting XI:

Germany found Miroslav Klose out in the boondocks playing for non-pro Blaubach Diedelkopf in the 1990s. Since then he has managed to become: FIFA World Cup men's all-time record goalscorer (16) Germany national team all-time record goalscorer (71) Only player to have had four or more (consecutive) World Cup medals (1 gold, 1 silver, 2 bronze) Only men's player to have appeared in four or more (consecutive) semi-finals in World Cups Not too shabby.

And still top of the pile... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unofficial_Football_World_Championships

Well, the players certianly sound like they were acting like big spoilt schoolweans. As told by Smokin' Stevie Nicol: 'I’D never really noticed Andy Roxburgh before he replaced Alex Ferguson as Scotland boss in July 1986. He’d been part of the backroom staff but was mainly involved, I think, with the youth teams. He certainly wasn’t a prominent figure. After missing a large chunk of season 1986-87 due to injury it was a relief to be finally back in the squad, even if it was only for a friendly against Saudi Arabia away. Whose idea was that? It was a weird trip. Roxburgh thought it would be a good idea to have a cards competition on the flight over which was fine but he made taking part mandatory for all players. Richard Gough point-blank refused but everyone else just went along with it to keep the peace. A short time later I was having a smoke with Frank McAvennie in the flight attendants’ quarters. Frank was only on the flight because he had reluctantly agreed to join the squad. It wasn’t a case of him not wanting to play for Scotland, Frank was simply annoyed at Andy phoning him up out of the blue after he had been overlooked for the original squad. He told me: “How did he find me? I just changed my number yet he still managed to get in touch.”' Buncha arseholes.

And, aye, I liked Andy Roxburgh. Mostly because we were qualifying for everything in sight. More than a few people at primary school wore his exquisite trackie tap and bottoms as an unofficial uniform.

England have at least three sporting centres (one of which is in Wales) and they are all run by some repulsive company (contractors to the UK government departments of health, justice, transport, immigration and defence) who have been involved in the cover-up of sexual abuse of immigrants and the mislaying of radioactive waste as well as countless cases of fraud. Absolute scumbaggery.

Some 21-year-old menchildren hounding him looking to amass smartphone ammo for some online likes... 24-year-old McBurnie decides enough is enough and gets tore intae the bawhawks in question. His finest hour.

Well, McAllister won it with Liverpool the season they won the cup treble. The 5-4 final against Alaves.

UEFA Euro Nineteen Eighty-Four.

It must be quite some time since someone uttered words to the effect of 'he's the next Stanley Matthews...'

Please, please, please do not tempt fate, my friend... Nor anger the Norse gods. The Danes will be looking on with interest.

Killed it stone dead.

An absolute behemoth of Scottish fitba' and only Ferguson and Stein are ahead of him. The very first season that club football magically appeared and appealed to me (after Mexico 86); I was with him and his VG-clad Tangerines all the way in 86/87. Anyone who ever sat down after their dinner and enjoyed a 54321 biscuit remembers Clark and Gallacher putting Barcelona to the sword at the Nou Camp. A true legend. He supplied the national team with Malpas, Gough, Narey, Hegarty, Bannon, Sturrock, Gallacher during the 80s and 90s too, so he's alright by me.

It probably should also be noted that Italy were World Champions, Spain were European Champions (about to reclaim their title ) and World Champions (beating that Netherlands side in the final). That leaves us with a game against Belgium which wasn't the final fixture in the group. So, probably best to file this algorithm under 'pish'.

McLeish wasn't the manager in the previous game against Italy. Strachan's team beat Slovenia at Hampden. So... Not really a trend at all then.

Hannibal Lecter in a headscarf.

The bold Berrz trying to dictate the parameters of playing for Scotland is peak banter when most of the scummers don't even want their own club's players to represent their own country's team. I made a wrong turn on the Interwebz earlier tonight and I could see they were absolutely GUTTED last night by our qualification. Self-loathing losers. Up yeez.

There is just something amazing (and emotional) about seeing Considine there in amongst it. Living a fucking dream.

Thank you Scotland. Just thank you. What fucking bottle they showed. Fully deserved. Cheers and enjoy lads and lassies. I used to think the hope was the thing that killed us... But now I understand, it was just keeping the belief alive. And I don't even care if that makes sense or not tomorrow... Cheers.

Sitting here with the 1992 edition of The Wee Red Book like it's a fucking bible.

Ah'm no' tellin' ye coz you've got 'polis' in yer username...