Hadden's Heroes send England home tae think again

Oh Flower of Scooootlaaaaand...
...die Buzze is voll, Murrayfield Stadium is almost completely sold out, there's only two empty seats in the house and they are in front of me. Suits me magnificently. What a fine day for rugby! It is freezing, the wind rattles in the gates and, actually, in our faces and the rain drizzles down ever so slightly and ever so incessantly.
I just wonder who let all those ... english people in here...disgusting!
When the teams enter we let the guys in white and red know they're not the All Blacks, don't get too comfortable, this will not be a walk in the park, we're gonna put up a hell of a fight. The battle of Bannochburn is shortly reinacted on the pitch for that purpose, battledrums, speers, torches and all.

After that, we let them sing their song about their queen. Then, a second of silence, before the 100 or so bagpipers give'em a taste of their lungs, the Higland Clan Battledrummerboys and girls screem along as 30 015 people (half of the spectators + 15 players on the pitch) stretch their vocal chords for the Flower of Scotland. With the last word the gun is fired and, BANG, here we go again.
(die Wumme)

It has to be said that as a Scotland supporter, the belief in your team and the willingness to scream your lungs out for them is often the one thing you can cling to, especially when these folks from south of the border are at Murrayfield.
But three minutes into the game, there is a defening uproar, as Scotland TAKE THE LEAD!!!!
And they were determined to not give it away too easily. By half time whistle, 40 minutes later, the score is an amazing

The break gives us time to gather our strenght and give our voices a little rest. Meaning singing "Flower of Scotland" kind of quietly this time, as you can see here:

During the second half, there's more strain to be put on the voicebox, so that after another 20 minutes or so, I finally get from shouting things like "Comeooooooooon!!!!!", "Gie'magoodoooooone!!!!" or "Downwi'em!!!!!" to a mere "Hsaaaaaaaaaaadf -rgh!!!!!". The Lady next to me kept on shouting "Stop'emstp'emstop'emstop'em", and the boy in the seat in front of her seemed to be kind of concerned about that. In return, he stuck his giant blue wave-finger-what-do-you-call-those-thingys in my face a couple of times.
Much of the game took place only half a yard away from both of the try lines, but none of the teams actually GOT to try. There were a few more penalties throughout the match though, so that at full time, Scotland had actually beaten England

FRAKING OUT GALORE!!!! (on both sides of the Tweed, I guess)
The English were gutted, having been sure of a victory, as can be seen in this picture:

HAHAAAA!!!IN YER FACE!!!
Now, let us put this in historic perspective;
The last time that Scotland beat England in a Rugby match was in 1999. The last time before THAT was in 1990. So, it doesn't happen all too often, to put it that way, that's why the whole city (and, thinking of it, probably the whole COUNTRY including every single island) went celebrating in the pubs. You actually had to queue to get into the Last Drop and the likes, so we went celebrating with chips from the chippie and Whisky from Tattie's Cupboard.
For the next match, I am determined to stock up on the three lines of "Flower of Scotland" I know by heart, ("Oh, Flower of Scotland, ...something something something something about fighting and King Edward, something, ...and sent them home, tae think again" Ende.) and as I am a teacher and you're not (at least most of you), I'll put it on the blog for you to learn, too.
Das wird dann aber auch abgefragt!
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