To paraphrase the famous line from Trainspotting, it’s strange, being Scottish. The further away you are from the dear old place, the more it seems to stir the soul.
To say that spending a week in Miami gave me a new-found appreciation of Motherwell may be pushing it a bit, with the skyscrapers of downtown Brickell arguably a little more pleasing to the eye than the earthier delights of Brandon Parade in the centre of my hometown, but I have returned from my own World Cup adventure with a sense of pride, and gratitude, in being lucky enough to call myself a Scot.
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