How good were Scotland at the 1974 World Cup?
I was 7 years old when this happened (Karake, or something equally un-Yugoslavic, in the 81st minute.)
That was my World Cup. THAT was when I loved football, for myself.
Imagine that group of players eating pasta and not drinking? Fucking hell.
But, like every single time we (Scots) go to a World Cup (as players), we embarrass ourselves. And that is a shame.
I am not that bothered, because life goes on, etc. 'Nice to qualify' and that shit, but I watched that whole tournament with the stars ripped from my eyes. Nothing to do with Scotland, much. But more to do with... 'Brother, how come they have 2 Germany's, and we only have one Scotland?' And then I discovered Szarmach and Lato, and wept never.
True story: I met Joachim Streich (sic) twice. He was lovely. Jurgen Sparwasser was a teensy bit of a knob, but I understood.
And I only care NOW, that West Germany won. But they were better than Holland in the final. And Jack Taylor can bite my nipples, again.
I was 7 years old when this happened (Karake, or something equally un-Yugoslavic, in the 81st minute.)
That was my World Cup. THAT was when I loved football, for myself.
Imagine that group of players eating pasta and not drinking? Fucking hell.
But, like every single time we (Scots) go to a World Cup (as players), we embarrass ourselves. And that is a shame.
I am not that bothered, because life goes on, etc. 'Nice to qualify' and that shit, but I watched that whole tournament with the stars ripped from my eyes. Nothing to do with Scotland, much. But more to do with... 'Brother, how come they have 2 Germany's, and we only have one Scotland?' And then I discovered Szarmach and Lato, and wept never.
True story: I met Joachim Streich (sic) twice. He was lovely. Jurgen Sparwasser was a teensy bit of a knob, but I understood.
And I only care NOW, that West Germany won. But they were better than Holland in the final. And Jack Taylor can bite my nipples, again.
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