Last night Funsize and I sat down to watch Scotland's women against Jamaica. (No, obviously not all of Scotland's women. That would be silly. LC doesn't play football.) Funsize made it to half time before being called away on important sleep-related business, at which point I did the washing up before watching most of the second half.
I was both shocked and confused by what I saw.
Not that the women in question were playing football, you understand. That would be silly. But the manner in which they did so...
They won.
I mean, honestly, has nobody explained to them what is expected of a team representing Scotland? We're not supposed to win things! We're meant to go up against teams we're 'supposed' to beat, make painfully heavy weather of it, lose a jammy goal against the run of play, and then console ourselves about yet another glorious failure.
And what's even more shocking is that they're now off to France to go and play in the World Cup!
(After the game the team were given a pep talk by Nicola Sturgeon, Judy Murray, and Steve Clarke, the last being the new manager of the men's team. Given that the men's team haven't been to a major tournament in twenty years, perhaps they should have been giving him the benefit of their experience, rather than the other way around?)
Okay, on a serious note: it was a good game, and our team played very well, especially in attack. One of the goals, in particular, was exceptional. That said, there was some weakness at the back, and it was apparent that we're prone to leaving ourselves vulnerable to being caught on the break. With luck, the match last night has flagged that up and will allow us to clear up the issues prior to meeting England next week.
It's going to be strange following a World Cup with more than an academic interest in how it all pans out...
#25: "Dark Sun Creature Catalogue", by Richard Baker and Bruce R. Cordell
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