Beautiful Things #1.

I have decided to start taking more notice of the beautiful things in life.  One of the most beautiful things I have seen this past week has been this short video.  (now a working link)

Everton tribute to the 96 who died at Hillsborough by emmysguysandgals

Beauty can come from the most ugly of things.  What happened at Hillsborough 23 years ago was an ugly thing.  The lies told about it were ugly, and the truth revealed this past week is rather ugly too.  But this tribute by Everton FC to the campaign for truth and justice by the families of the 96 dead Liverpool supporters is both beautiful and quite moving.  It brought a lump to my throat anyway.  Despite everything, never forget that  there is real goddam human decency out there, even in football.–police-did-doctor-evidence-in-bid-to-avoid-blame-8126233.html

Scotland 0, Serbia 0 (a Doombar Laden Reflection)

It’s no fun being Scottish and a follower of the national football team.  We’re crap, and we know we are.

The national affliction is hope, it is what kills us, every single time. And just like my love life, it is a glorious failure, snatched from the jaws of victory.

The game today was a case in point.

Before the match today I read in the Scottish papers that our experience had made us stronger.   We had learned from our defeats, and we had an “embarrassment of riches” with which to clinch success.  Optimism rode high, after decades of failures, this time it would be different.  We were destined for the Promised Land.

The game started.

Apprehensive from the off, the superior opposition showed it’s class from the start.  It took time for us to be confident in this kind of company, even with a full house brimming with belief.

Serbia settled quickly, and we struggled to get going.  There was the odd memorable flourish, enough to get the hopes up, but no consistency.  The pre-match promises failed to materialise.

I spent a lot of the match biting my nails, clinging to hope.

The crowd waited patiently for the players to get us excited.  It happened in fits and starts, only to fizzle out in disappointment.

Hope turns to despair.

We try again against Macedonia on Tuesday.  Hope springs eternal.  It’ll be the bloody death of me…