They'll be crying on the streets of Skopje tonight...

Just a short one ahead of Schottland's game versus Macedonia this afternoon. The news that the blessed Faddy is in the starting line-up has given me a wee lift, as has the fact that the weather in Glesga is reassuringly piss-awful. Yup, dull, dour, dreich, and generally very Scottish, here's hoping it'll give the dark-blue warriors a wee bit more of a home advantage as we slalom our way to a glorious victory and are finally rampant on the road to Soot Effrikkka. I fucking wish. At least G. Caldwell isnae playing so we aren't already looking at clawing back from being an own goal down and could well finish with all eleven men on the park...

Anyhoo, I fancy it to be either 1-0 or 2-1 to the bravehearts, no gubbing on the horizon. Though, one way or t'other, I, personally, will be getting absolutely hammered...

Update : At the age of 33, Alexander of Macedonia cried salt tears because his team had just been reamed by the Scots. James McFadden is only 26...

Update II : At the age of *mumble mumble*, Mexy of Massivedongia cried salt tears because his team had just been pumped by the crazschy Dutsch. Uncle Mex is only 26 (okay, okay, give or take a feckin' decade, cheeky bastiches)...

(with due respect to the original from Lord Sidney of Waddell)