It took me 40 years to face up to it, but last night I finally got round to watching extended highlights of Scotland's games against Brazil and Yugoslavia in 1974. What really surprised me was how many players were prepared to run with the ball and attack their opponents - Jardine, Lorimer, David Hay, Willie Morgan, McGrain at times (Dalglish was fairly anonymous by comparison). It was great to watch a Scottish team that seemed to have so much confidence in itself, and that took the game to their opponents right from the start. No tapping it around for 20 minutes and getting nine men behind the ball for fear of conceding.
Against Brazil, a draw was probably the fair result, though Bremner's miss from two yards out is still painful to watch. What a dirty wee bastard he was, though - some shocking tackles, and not a yellow card in sight. Then he was nagging the referee at every opportunity. Holton was a conspicuously filthy clogger too alongside an otherwise cultured back line of Buchan, Jardine and McGrain. Jordan and Lorimer could dish it out too, though no doubt it's just a coincidence that they nearly all played for Leeds.
The Yugoslavs had clearly watched this footage and set out to get their retaliation in first against Bremner - wise move in that it clearly affected the physical side of his game, but also seemed to make him concentrate more on his actual game, which was more than good enough when he had the ball at his feet. The Yugoslavs were a turgid, negative bunch judging by this game, and Scotland were really unlucky not to win. Yet when they actually went forward and played football, they obviously had talent - it was just that after their 9-0 shellacking of Zaire they knew they could sit back and kick the Scots out of the Waldstadion and get a draw.
Despite all the foul play, there's paradoxically still a vestige of old style sportsmanship in the game at this point. Rivelino at one point takes revenge on Bremner with a shocking, pre-meditated foul. Bremner, outraged that anyone could ever make such a play, gets in his face, but then they end up almost smiling and shaking hands. Plenty of cross-nation camaraderie at the end of both games too.
I didn't realize until last night just how much I fucking loved Billy Bremner.
I think, realistically, that there will never be another Scottish team as good as this one, and this - not 1978 - was really their one true chance to at least come close to winning the World Cup.
Against Brazil, a draw was probably the fair result, though Bremner's miss from two yards out is still painful to watch. What a dirty wee bastard he was, though - some shocking tackles, and not a yellow card in sight. Then he was nagging the referee at every opportunity. Holton was a conspicuously filthy clogger too alongside an otherwise cultured back line of Buchan, Jardine and McGrain. Jordan and Lorimer could dish it out too, though no doubt it's just a coincidence that they nearly all played for Leeds.
The Yugoslavs had clearly watched this footage and set out to get their retaliation in first against Bremner - wise move in that it clearly affected the physical side of his game, but also seemed to make him concentrate more on his actual game, which was more than good enough when he had the ball at his feet. The Yugoslavs were a turgid, negative bunch judging by this game, and Scotland were really unlucky not to win. Yet when they actually went forward and played football, they obviously had talent - it was just that after their 9-0 shellacking of Zaire they knew they could sit back and kick the Scots out of the Waldstadion and get a draw.
Despite all the foul play, there's paradoxically still a vestige of old style sportsmanship in the game at this point. Rivelino at one point takes revenge on Bremner with a shocking, pre-meditated foul. Bremner, outraged that anyone could ever make such a play, gets in his face, but then they end up almost smiling and shaking hands. Plenty of cross-nation camaraderie at the end of both games too.
I didn't realize until last night just how much I fucking loved Billy Bremner.
I think, realistically, that there will never be another Scottish team as good as this one, and this - not 1978 - was really their one true chance to at least come close to winning the World Cup.
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