Scotland games are a whole different level of meltedness... France at home when Caldwell scored was immense but the cake taker was the 3-1 Ukraine match, my mate had sold me his Silver debenture seats and me and a mate from Aberdeen ended up on the Renfrew ferry early doors with a crate of bud each, left there and ended up splitting a bottle of tonic on the bus, on arrival at Hampden we went up the escalator to find our seats and juked into one of the bars in that area, ordered 4 red wines and 4 vodkas while the national anthem was being sung, we got huckled for not having the correct tickets but they allowed us to tan our drinks... Fisher could only manage 3, so I tanned the rest, half time was more of the same, sneaking into the bar and cramming as much drink before we were huckled again for being in the wrong place. Spent the 2nd half in the wrong seats telling Justin Currie of Del Amitri that I was good friends with his cousin and that Roll to me was inspirational on my breakfast choice that morning, I'd had rolls with potted meat ended up walking from Hampden into the sports bar in Sauchiehall street and waking up at my brothers.