After 28 years of waiting, it took Scotland 28 minutes to turn a reunion into a celebration. And who better than a ‘pub player’ to get their World Cup party started?
We should say something at the outset about the goal with which John McGinn won this Group C fixture. It was grubby. It was ugly. It was a chaotic sketch of deflections.
But it was beautiful. And it was meaningful. And it was cathartically perfect in all that it meant, both for a nation deprived of this stage since 1998 and for a man saddled with a rather unkind exaggeration by
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