06/11/2026
I can’t believe it’s really here. A World Cup, a WORLD CUP, on Canadian soil, with both Scotland and Canada playing…
Genuinely, I’m over the moon. Today is Christmas morning, and every day for the next 39 days will feel that way.
The last time Scotland qualified for the World Cup was in France ’98. I remember it like it was yesterday.
I was 12 years old, around the same age as my eldest son. We left the night before for a ‘school trip’ to Northumberland in England, when the opening fixture of the whole tournament was taking place.
There must have been 20 of us boys crowded around one of those yellow gameboy sized mini TVs with the antenna, watching Scotland play Brazil in Paris.
That night before the trip I insisted my Dad drove around everywhere trying to find a cassette tape of Scotland’s World Cup song, ‘Don’t Come Home To Soon’, by Wet Wet Wet.
We did come home too soon. We didn’t make it out the group stage, it was heartbreaking.
28 years later I have a son the same age I was then, watching the country of his birth as hosts, and the country of his father qualified again after all that time.
There are two universal languages on this planet, ‘Love’ is first, and ‘Football’ is a close second.
I do hope every single one of you enjoys each and every moment of ‘the beautiful game’ hitting our shores.
Get behind Canada, get behind the country of your birth, or of your parents’ birth; and allow yourself to be caught up in the magic of it all.
If you’re not open to seeing just what the World Cup means to billions of us around the globe, snooze me for the next 30 days, and then make sure to tune in again afterwards as normal service resumes.
Come on Scotland! Come on Canada!
“We’ll be coming… we’ll be coming… we’ll be coming down the road… when you hear the noise of the Tartan Army Boys… we’ll be coming down the road!”
Will you be watching the World Cup?
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