THESE last couple of weeks, something remarkable has been happening on the other side of the Atlantic – and it’s not the football really. Around 50,000 Scotland fans, kilted, bagpiped, and armed with an apparently inexhaustible supply of good cheer, have been turning American cities inside out.
Boston ran out of beer. Traffic cones appeared on statues. “No Scotland, No Party” became the unofficial slogan of a World Cup that, for once, Scotland actually qualified for.
