We are all in the gutter...

I realise a lot of people on my flist could not care less about football (aka soccer) but I am so bloody happy tonight.  We are the tiny nation that could.  We have beat France on their turf.  We are top of the most difficult group.  We are the Champions of the World...

The tartan army don't usually get a lot to smile about prior to this qualifying campaign.  But, oh yes, it's good to be a Scot tonight.


It'd be even better if I were in Paris...