"The rampaging full-back" - Corned Beef Jhackson

Anyone who reports this tournament as a glorious failure needs help. Scotland were rank rotten. The only pundit I've heard telling it as it is is Souness. The manager is responsible for the tactics in the Czech game, which was their best chance of a victory, and for team selections.
At least 3 players should never be near a squad again, one of whom is a rampaging full back.
 
Like Clarke, Corned beef face will be retired (The Rhetard will be out of business) inside two years and nonsense like this will be seen for what it is.
A bigoted dinosaur mentality that cost Scotland dearly for decades.
 
This kind of ahem journalism is part of the problem, instead of a balanced analysis of the game, we get this guff, acceptance of gallant failure is to accept failure, Clarke is a dinosaur most of the players are nowhere near the standard required and we get a hard luck story.
 
He's as big a problem to Scottish football as Clarke is by filling idiots minds with this crap.

A Rangers hater who simply does not want to play the best player in a position due to the club he plays for.
This. He is clearly someone who knows very little about how football should be played. If you were to show this article to almost any sports journalist from a well respected footballing nation ( who also watched last night's game) then it would be laughed at and ridiculed, and rightly so. How on earth can football in this country be expected to improve when we have so-called journalists treating our defeat like some kind of victory. As long as we have people like him ( and , let's face it, the tartan army as a support) then we can expect to be a footballing backwater for decades to come. The article looks like it was written by a nationalist teenager who has little interest in football, but just simply loves playing the David to the Goliaths of the world. The small man defeatist syndrome we have in Scotland is embarrassing and people like Jackson are to blame. I would imagine that if England won the Euros, then he would have an article the following day praising the hell out of Scotland for getting a goalless draw against them.
 
Gazza,the whole mentality is mental .
I'm English,so I'm on the outside looking in.
Go back to 78.That victory over Holland, Archie Gemmill etc....
All very Brave heart.No one mentions the abject failure of the Peru game and the shambles of the Iran draw.I was a 13 year old watching the Puru game .I wanted you to win like I wanted you to win last night .
But the mindset of certain Scottish people beggers belief at times.
We were gash against you,you were the better team.Yet you still couldn't beat us .There will be some Scottish folk,of a more rhabid persuasion telling their grand kids how, in the summer of 21 you beat the English at Wembley 0.0
Apart from referring to Scotland as my team (I'm in the England supporters club) that's a cracking post.

I have no idea who the quote belongs to but it wholly applies to the Scottish national side "Show me a good loser and I'll show you a loser".

It's a mentality that wouldn't be allowed in Scottish rugby, but the focus there is on improvement and being amongst the worlds best. Until you change the "doesn't matter if we get humped, let's get steamin' " attitude, this is just how it'll always be for Scotland.
 
Had 2 home games and didn't manage a point, but we drew with England. Let's celebrate . 1 point from 9 and 1 goal in 3 games , simple not good enough.
 
Keech’s article is the type of puff piece shite that the tartan army swallow up, decade, after decade, after decade. It’s part of the reason why we never progress.

What would be more helpful to the nation today would be an honest assessment of what went wrong, and what is STILL going wrong in our game.
Hampden is shite, the manager is shite, and his team is shite.
The SFA have the set up they deserve, and it's one they are fully responsible for.
 
Journalists like Jackson are part of the problem.
Scotland were not unlucky, they were quite simply garbage.
They were playing a style of football that was consigned to the dustbin at least thirty years ago.
All Croatia had to do was weather the frantic running about in the first fifteen minutes and pick them off.
 
The thing that surprised me is the fact that they are not having a go as these hacks almost take it as a personal insult, they do the same things when Scottish teams lose in Europe.
the last few days seemed to be we must move forward and there can be no going back, well what the fcuk was that if it was not going back.
the euphoria from not losing to England must still be with them and using number 1 little Scotland grealish from the Mail as an example he slaughtered the.right back after game one and said Paterson must play next game, after the England game he described him as the irrepressible Stephen O'Donnell.
 
O'Donnell was ' rampaging' sideways and backwards as usual :D the guy acts as a handbrake on attacks down the right side killing any momentum, Patterson comes on and immediately looks to play forwards.

I guarantee anyone foreign watching that was thinking 'why is he not playing' 2 minutes after Patterson was on.
 
Can anyone guess who corned beef is talking about here?


Scotland end Euro 2020 journey but begin new one as beautiful and brutal Modric twists the knife - Keith Jackson's big match verdict
A galling defeat to Croatia ended our chances but there's plenty to be optimistic about going forward.
He slid a stiletto into Scotland ’s heart at Hampden last night.
But at least Luka Modric did it with such a sense of style and artistry that it was almost possible to forgive him at the same time.
With an outrageous flick of the right boot that doubles up as a magic wand, this wizard with tousled hair destroyed our Group D campaign.
For Scotland, despite restoring a great deal of pride, a group stage once again ended in the kind of abject misery only ever meant for us.
While the Danes and the Welsh find a way towards a happy ending this summer, Steve Clarke and his players may well end up being regarded as this tournament’s hard luck story.
That is, as if we needed another one of them.
In the end it felt like they were going out with a whimper after Modric had conjured a killer third goal for fellow old-timer Ivan Perisic to head home 13 minutes from time.
But the scoreline does not tell the full story.
It rarely does with this Scotland side, who fought back bravely from 1-0 down to level through Callum McGregor just before the half-time whistle sounded.
For a while, that strike had an entire nation clinging to the kind of dreams which always end up the property of someone else.
For the third game in a row there was no shortage of heroic performers in Clarke’s side.
Neither was there any lack of chances for them to miss in front of goal.
All of which just seemed to make it more painful and cruel than we knew it was destined to be.
Having spent two days agonising over how to fill a hole the size of Billy Gilmour ’s gargantuan talent, Clarke finally settled on a return to plan A.
A for Armstrong.
Having started the opener here against the Czechs – and then being benched to make room for Gilmour at Wembley on Friday – Southampton man Stuart returned to midfield, even though his skill set is entirely different to that of the 20-year-old he was replacing.
But with Old Man Modric sitting in the centre of Croatia’s ageing side, the manager was banking on throwing as much energy as he could muster on top of Real Madrid’s little maestro.
In fact, right from the kick-off it seemed as if Scotland’s real game plan was to run all over the top of these men in their famous tablecloths.
Moments in, Kieran Tierney was raking a long diagonal ball into the path of Stephen O’Donnell down Scotland’s right flank.

The rampaging full-back got on the end of it and won a corner inside the opening 20 seconds.

It was Scotland’s way of attempting to set a tempo too ferocious for the visitors to handle.
The only slight problem in all of this was finding the net. Chances came, just like they have done in every one of their group encounters.
But Scotland’s unwanted inability to convert any of them refused to leave them alone.
Che Adams really ought to have helped himself to an opener just five minutes in after Tierney had surged off down the left for the first time.
John McGinn tried to pick the striker out with a floated cross, which was begging to be headed.
Instead, Adams leapt and tried to get his boot on it when any kind of contact would have done.
Croatia’s grateful keeper Dominik Livakovic was then able to claw the ball away from danger but he was not out of the firing line.
Adams did take a crack at his goal from distance soon after, having chased on to a Lyndon Dykes headed flick, but it whistled wide.
When the Croats did manage to get possession, they did everything to take the sting out of this onslaught as if this was a training session rather than a knock-out decider. This plodding pace fooled Scotland into a defensive lull after just 16 minutes when the Croats came lumbering forward without anyone appearing to notice.
Even when Modric picked up possession 20 yards from goal the danger didn’t seem to register.
However, the veteran slipped a pass out to the Croatian right and when the cross came in, O’Donnell was unable to match Perisic in the air.
His cushioned header dropped to Nikola Vlasic who fired home and, in a split second, Hampden was washed over by a horrible silence.
It could have been worse had David Marshall not then pulled off a wonderful fingertip save to keep out a Modric rocket soon after,
even if his stop wasn’t spotted by the match officials who failed to award the corner.
Scotland needed to give themselves a shake before this all got away from them and they did.
McGinn was next to misplace his shooting boots at the other end, tamely side-footing a shot into Livakovic’s grasp after being set up by a Dykes toe-poke.
Then came further bad news when the outstanding Grant Hanley pulled up clutching a hamstring.
He was replaced by Scott McKenna, who was booked for a clumsy first foul before he’d even touched the ball.
But then, just when it seemed Scotland’s luck had run out on them, came McGregor’s moment of magic at the end of another raid on the Croatian box.
The ball was cleared to the Celtic man 20 yards from goal and as soon as he took a touch to get it under control, the rest was never in doubt.
With a firm, assured swipe of his right boot he sent the ball thudding into the bottom corner of Livakovic’s net, rekindling Scotland’s fire until it was raging again.
So here they were, taking us all down to the wire and the final 45 minutes, knowing one slip-up at the wrong moment could end it all.
Scott McTominay must have feared the worst when he overran the ball stepping out from the back. One pass later the Croats had sent Josko Gvardiol thundering in on top of Marshall but the keeper saved the day with a brave block.
Marshall then pulled off another superb stop to deny Perisic after a delightful Modric ball over the top, without realising that the attacker had strayed an inch or two offside.
It was heart in mouth stuff now and when McGinn hurled himself at Armstrong’s cross only to fire wide, it felt as if another big moment had come and gone without being taken.
A couple of minutes later Modric was making sure of it with his wonder strike. He popped up on the edge of the box and with an audacious swipe of his right boot curled one high into Marshall’s top right-hand corner.
It was beautiful and brutal all at once.
And the agony was piled on when Perisic then rose to glance home Modric’s pinpoint corner in the 77th minute.
For Clarke and his side, there is at least the solace of knowing this is only the start of their journey together.


B-D B-D B-D B-D

Rampaging? literally speechless.
Patterson did more in 10 minutes than O’Donnell did in 3 games.
 
If ever a game confirmed that Clarke is clueless at winning games of football, that was it. Imagine bringing on Ryan Fraser and sticking him in front of Robertson. The defending was utterly, utterly abject to boot as well.

I hope Klaxon keeps talking Clarke up because he’ll be a shoo in to replace Big Minge. The pseudo Mourinho-ism will go down a storm in Pharadise and we wont have too much to beat if we keep our eye on the ball.
 
I don't think O'Donnell was particularly the problem, it was our complete lack of anything up front.

Edit - For the avoidance of doubt, O'Donnell was very poor last night.
It’s pretty hard to be effective up front if the people behind you repeatedly smash long balls up the field to areas you are not even in
 
Slightly of topic but it's like the save Marshall makes at 1-1 that's then called off side. The commentators went o about it as if its a world class save, it was straight at him.

Marshall didn't make one good save. Any save he did make was routine but was loaded as world class.
Felt for there third goal he was a few steps too close to his near post, a few the other way and he at least gets finger tips to the ball and perhaps we get lucky and it doesn’t go near a Croatia player and either goes wide of the goal for another corner or we clear our lines.
 
Felt for there third goal he was a few steps too close to his near post, a few the other way and he at least gets finger tips to the ball and perhaps we get lucky and it doesn’t go near a Croatia player and either goes wide of the goal for another corner or we clear our lines.

In fairness, the problem starts with Scotland not winning the front post, then Tierney trying to jump against a guy who looked about a foot taller than him, not being able to affect the header (which was a cracker), before you get to how a goalkeeper can cover the whole goal from a corner (ie no men on posts). I agree he took a step or two towards his near post (which is normal for a front post ball) and left himself too much to do.
I think this is something Croatia deliberately tried because we didn't have someone on the back post. Much like our tendency for the CM to switch off when the ball comes into the box, Mcgregor for goal 1 and whoever was staring into space while Modric was outside the box for goal 2.
 
Can anyone guess who corned beef is talking about here?


Scotland end Euro 2020 journey but begin new one as beautiful and brutal Modric twists the knife - Keith Jackson's big match verdict
A galling defeat to Croatia ended our chances but there's plenty to be optimistic about going forward.
He slid a stiletto into Scotland ’s heart at Hampden last night.
But at least Luka Modric did it with such a sense of style and artistry that it was almost possible to forgive him at the same time.
With an outrageous flick of the right boot that doubles up as a magic wand, this wizard with tousled hair destroyed our Group D campaign.
For Scotland, despite restoring a great deal of pride, a group stage once again ended in the kind of abject misery only ever meant for us.
While the Danes and the Welsh find a way towards a happy ending this summer, Steve Clarke and his players may well end up being regarded as this tournament’s hard luck story.
That is, as if we needed another one of them.
In the end it felt like they were going out with a whimper after Modric had conjured a killer third goal for fellow old-timer Ivan Perisic to head home 13 minutes from time.
But the scoreline does not tell the full story.
It rarely does with this Scotland side, who fought back bravely from 1-0 down to level through Callum McGregor just before the half-time whistle sounded.
For a while, that strike had an entire nation clinging to the kind of dreams which always end up the property of someone else.
For the third game in a row there was no shortage of heroic performers in Clarke’s side.
Neither was there any lack of chances for them to miss in front of goal.
All of which just seemed to make it more painful and cruel than we knew it was destined to be.
Having spent two days agonising over how to fill a hole the size of Billy Gilmour ’s gargantuan talent, Clarke finally settled on a return to plan A.
A for Armstrong.
Having started the opener here against the Czechs – and then being benched to make room for Gilmour at Wembley on Friday – Southampton man Stuart returned to midfield, even though his skill set is entirely different to that of the 20-year-old he was replacing.
But with Old Man Modric sitting in the centre of Croatia’s ageing side, the manager was banking on throwing as much energy as he could muster on top of Real Madrid’s little maestro.
In fact, right from the kick-off it seemed as if Scotland’s real game plan was to run all over the top of these men in their famous tablecloths.
Moments in, Kieran Tierney was raking a long diagonal ball into the path of Stephen O’Donnell down Scotland’s right flank.

The rampaging full-back got on the end of it and won a corner inside the opening 20 seconds.

It was Scotland’s way of attempting to set a tempo too ferocious for the visitors to handle.
The only slight problem in all of this was finding the net. Chances came, just like they have done in every one of their group encounters.
But Scotland’s unwanted inability to convert any of them refused to leave them alone.
Che Adams really ought to have helped himself to an opener just five minutes in after Tierney had surged off down the left for the first time.
John McGinn tried to pick the striker out with a floated cross, which was begging to be headed.
Instead, Adams leapt and tried to get his boot on it when any kind of contact would have done.
Croatia’s grateful keeper Dominik Livakovic was then able to claw the ball away from danger but he was not out of the firing line.
Adams did take a crack at his goal from distance soon after, having chased on to a Lyndon Dykes headed flick, but it whistled wide.
When the Croats did manage to get possession, they did everything to take the sting out of this onslaught as if this was a training session rather than a knock-out decider. This plodding pace fooled Scotland into a defensive lull after just 16 minutes when the Croats came lumbering forward without anyone appearing to notice.
Even when Modric picked up possession 20 yards from goal the danger didn’t seem to register.
However, the veteran slipped a pass out to the Croatian right and when the cross came in, O’Donnell was unable to match Perisic in the air.
His cushioned header dropped to Nikola Vlasic who fired home and, in a split second, Hampden was washed over by a horrible silence.
It could have been worse had David Marshall not then pulled off a wonderful fingertip save to keep out a Modric rocket soon after,
even if his stop wasn’t spotted by the match officials who failed to award the corner.
Scotland needed to give themselves a shake before this all got away from them and they did.
McGinn was next to misplace his shooting boots at the other end, tamely side-footing a shot into Livakovic’s grasp after being set up by a Dykes toe-poke.
Then came further bad news when the outstanding Grant Hanley pulled up clutching a hamstring.
He was replaced by Scott McKenna, who was booked for a clumsy first foul before he’d even touched the ball.
But then, just when it seemed Scotland’s luck had run out on them, came McGregor’s moment of magic at the end of another raid on the Croatian box.
The ball was cleared to the Celtic man 20 yards from goal and as soon as he took a touch to get it under control, the rest was never in doubt.
With a firm, assured swipe of his right boot he sent the ball thudding into the bottom corner of Livakovic’s net, rekindling Scotland’s fire until it was raging again.
So here they were, taking us all down to the wire and the final 45 minutes, knowing one slip-up at the wrong moment could end it all.
Scott McTominay must have feared the worst when he overran the ball stepping out from the back. One pass later the Croats had sent Josko Gvardiol thundering in on top of Marshall but the keeper saved the day with a brave block.
Marshall then pulled off another superb stop to deny Perisic after a delightful Modric ball over the top, without realising that the attacker had strayed an inch or two offside.
It was heart in mouth stuff now and when McGinn hurled himself at Armstrong’s cross only to fire wide, it felt as if another big moment had come and gone without being taken.
A couple of minutes later Modric was making sure of it with his wonder strike. He popped up on the edge of the box and with an audacious swipe of his right boot curled one high into Marshall’s top right-hand corner.
It was beautiful and brutal all at once.
And the agony was piled on when Perisic then rose to glance home Modric’s pinpoint corner in the 77th minute.
For Clarke and his side, there is at least the solace of knowing this is only the start of their journey together.


B-D B-D B-D B-D

Rampaging? literally speechless.


The fiddlers will be in for him before the season starts.

Things Getn done for stevie (dont call me a feenyin) Clarke comin at a later date.
 
In fairness, the problem starts with Scotland not winning the front post, then Tierney trying to jump against a guy who looked about a foot taller than him, not being able to affect the header (which was a cracker), before you get to how a goalkeeper can cover the whole goal from a corner (ie no men on posts). I agree he took a step or two towards his near post (which is normal for a front post ball) and left himself too much to do.
I think this is something Croatia deliberately tried because we didn't have someone on the back post. Much like our tendency for the CM to switch off when the ball comes into the box, Mcgregor for goal 1 and whoever was staring into space while Modric was outside the box for goal 2.
I agree with what your saying the defending was atrocious and especially when Modric was given acres of space with no man even trying to close him down to pick his spot (incredible strike mind you) but it brings me to another gripe do we think Mcglaughlin saves that? Personally I think he would as he’s by far better positionally and he’s a much better organiser of his defence confidently barking orders. It’s all ifs and buts, bottom line is Steve Clarke should be instantly sacked for an embarrassing showing at a major tournament and incredibly poor tactics to boot but we all know he won’t.
 
Why would a rampaging fullback be subbed for his understudy when 2 goals behind and not injured? Taking off your only hope who had played 80 minutes set up nothing an caused 2 goals aye okay Keef!
 
Talks about Marshall, O'Donnell, Hanley Tierney, Armstrong, McGinn, Adams, Dykes, McKenna, Robertson and Celtics McGregor.
 
What a load of utter dung.:))

Likely reads a comic for inspiration on his next column as it sure isn't based on any sort of reality.
 
Keith Jackson is a fucking rodent clowns like him are part of a myriad reasons scottish football is light years behind.



He is poison and i hope he ends up unemployable and homeless thats he deserves from life.



Rancid peice of shit
 
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Apart from referring to Scotland as my team (I'm in the England supporters club) that's a cracking post.

I have no idea who the quote belongs to but it wholly applies to the Scottish national side "Show me a good loser and I'll show you a loser".

It's a mentality that wouldn't be allowed in Scottish rugby, but the focus there is on improvement and being amongst the worlds best. Until you change the "doesn't matter if we get humped, let's get steamin' " attitude, this is just how it'll always be for Scotland.
Sorry about messing up your home country my English Brother :D

One thing we all are is British!
 
Scotland only qualified because UEFA made up a way of getting rubbish teams in via the Nations League. This was no sensational qualifying section. They required two penalty shootouts under Clarke to build on McLeish's start to do this.

When they got to the tournament,they played two games at home and 3 out of 4 teams went through.

Scotland scored 1 goal and went out with 1 point.

It's no hard luck story. It's the story of a team out their depth whose failings and the truth about the qualification are ignored and positives, which aren't really positives at all, beamed into the minds of idiots. It's all a bit SNP.

Clarke should be chased, not lauded. Embarrassing. Tin pot mentality of just being happy to be there. Wales and Northern Ireland showed the way previously.
Great post
 
Listening to the radio yesterday, it was all super confidence about how Scotland are going to win but "even if we draw or lose, we're still going to have some party"

There can't be another support in world sport that prides itself in losing, and I say that as a Cleveland Indians fan!
Think yourself lucky Gaza,I’m a Blue Jays fan.
 
Croatia has a population of just over 4 million, Scotland 5.5 million why was there such a difference in technical ability between the two team. It's the same with all the home nations a distinct lack of technical ability compared to the continentals. A season watching the SPL tells you why. Pace, power and brute force over skill we've only got to look at some of the teams that try and kick us off the park.. With the people currently in charge at the SFA it will never change.
 
Can anyone guess who corned beef is talking about here?


Scotland end Euro 2020 journey but begin new one as beautiful and brutal Modric twists the knife - Keith Jackson's big match verdict
A galling defeat to Croatia ended our chances but there's plenty to be optimistic about going forward.
He slid a stiletto into Scotland ’s heart at Hampden last night.
But at least Luka Modric did it with such a sense of style and artistry that it was almost possible to forgive him at the same time.
With an outrageous flick of the right boot that doubles up as a magic wand, this wizard with tousled hair destroyed our Group D campaign.
For Scotland, despite restoring a great deal of pride, a group stage once again ended in the kind of abject misery only ever meant for us.
While the Danes and the Welsh find a way towards a happy ending this summer, Steve Clarke and his players may well end up being regarded as this tournament’s hard luck story.
That is, as if we needed another one of them.
In the end it felt like they were going out with a whimper after Modric had conjured a killer third goal for fellow old-timer Ivan Perisic to head home 13 minutes from time.
But the scoreline does not tell the full story.
It rarely does with this Scotland side, who fought back bravely from 1-0 down to level through Callum McGregor just before the half-time whistle sounded.
For a while, that strike had an entire nation clinging to the kind of dreams which always end up the property of someone else.
For the third game in a row there was no shortage of heroic performers in Clarke’s side.
Neither was there any lack of chances for them to miss in front of goal.
All of which just seemed to make it more painful and cruel than we knew it was destined to be.
Having spent two days agonising over how to fill a hole the size of Billy Gilmour ’s gargantuan talent, Clarke finally settled on a return to plan A.
A for Armstrong.
Having started the opener here against the Czechs – and then being benched to make room for Gilmour at Wembley on Friday – Southampton man Stuart returned to midfield, even though his skill set is entirely different to that of the 20-year-old he was replacing.
But with Old Man Modric sitting in the centre of Croatia’s ageing side, the manager was banking on throwing as much energy as he could muster on top of Real Madrid’s little maestro.
In fact, right from the kick-off it seemed as if Scotland’s real game plan was to run all over the top of these men in their famous tablecloths.
Moments in, Kieran Tierney was raking a long diagonal ball into the path of Stephen O’Donnell down Scotland’s right flank.

The rampaging full-back got on the end of it and won a corner inside the opening 20 seconds.

It was Scotland’s way of attempting to set a tempo too ferocious for the visitors to handle.
The only slight problem in all of this was finding the net. Chances came, just like they have done in every one of their group encounters.
But Scotland’s unwanted inability to convert any of them refused to leave them alone.
Che Adams really ought to have helped himself to an opener just five minutes in after Tierney had surged off down the left for the first time.
John McGinn tried to pick the striker out with a floated cross, which was begging to be headed.
Instead, Adams leapt and tried to get his boot on it when any kind of contact would have done.
Croatia’s grateful keeper Dominik Livakovic was then able to claw the ball away from danger but he was not out of the firing line.
Adams did take a crack at his goal from distance soon after, having chased on to a Lyndon Dykes headed flick, but it whistled wide.
When the Croats did manage to get possession, they did everything to take the sting out of this onslaught as if this was a training session rather than a knock-out decider. This plodding pace fooled Scotland into a defensive lull after just 16 minutes when the Croats came lumbering forward without anyone appearing to notice.
Even when Modric picked up possession 20 yards from goal the danger didn’t seem to register.
However, the veteran slipped a pass out to the Croatian right and when the cross came in, O’Donnell was unable to match Perisic in the air.
His cushioned header dropped to Nikola Vlasic who fired home and, in a split second, Hampden was washed over by a horrible silence.
It could have been worse had David Marshall not then pulled off a wonderful fingertip save to keep out a Modric rocket soon after,
even if his stop wasn’t spotted by the match officials who failed to award the corner.
Scotland needed to give themselves a shake before this all got away from them and they did.
McGinn was next to misplace his shooting boots at the other end, tamely side-footing a shot into Livakovic’s grasp after being set up by a Dykes toe-poke.
Then came further bad news when the outstanding Grant Hanley pulled up clutching a hamstring.
He was replaced by Scott McKenna, who was booked for a clumsy first foul before he’d even touched the ball.
But then, just when it seemed Scotland’s luck had run out on them, came McGregor’s moment of magic at the end of another raid on the Croatian box.
The ball was cleared to the Celtic man 20 yards from goal and as soon as he took a touch to get it under control, the rest was never in doubt.
With a firm, assured swipe of his right boot he sent the ball thudding into the bottom corner of Livakovic’s net, rekindling Scotland’s fire until it was raging again.
So here they were, taking us all down to the wire and the final 45 minutes, knowing one slip-up at the wrong moment could end it all.
Scott McTominay must have feared the worst when he overran the ball stepping out from the back. One pass later the Croats had sent Josko Gvardiol thundering in on top of Marshall but the keeper saved the day with a brave block.
Marshall then pulled off another superb stop to deny Perisic after a delightful Modric ball over the top, without realising that the attacker had strayed an inch or two offside.
It was heart in mouth stuff now and when McGinn hurled himself at Armstrong’s cross only to fire wide, it felt as if another big moment had come and gone without being taken.
A couple of minutes later Modric was making sure of it with his wonder strike. He popped up on the edge of the box and with an audacious swipe of his right boot curled one high into Marshall’s top right-hand corner.
It was beautiful and brutal all at once.
And the agony was piled on when Perisic then rose to glance home Modric’s pinpoint corner in the 77th minute.
For Clarke and his side, there is at least the solace of knowing this is only the start of their journey together.


B-D B-D B-D B-D

Rampaging? literally speechless.
Hard luck story:)) we got one point and scored one goal, played 2 games at hampden and lost them both. Beaten by the Czechs by a 2 goal margin. Where's the hard luck?
 
The Euros since it went to 24 is a borderline joke to qualify for. Its almost harder to not qualify. Same when you're in it if you can't qualify as 1 of best placed 3rd teams you really need to ask questions.
 
ignoring the factual and his obscure view of the game, his article is more intent in Jackson showing his misplaced view on his own abilty as a wordsmith.

“With an outrageous flick of the right boot that doubles up as a magic wand, this wizard with tousled hair destroyed our Group D campaign.”

Cliche ridden claptrap
 
It’s also worth mentioning one point about Croatia which Jackson misses. On several occasions Croatia’s defence were criminally sloppy with their passing, gifting it to Scotland. Yet we repeatedly failed to make it count. Even our goal resulted from a blindly mishit boot by a Croatian defender.
 
Compared to some of the other teams in the competition, Scotland were extremely fortunate to get 2½ games at home, playing in familiar, British conditions. Yet, they managed the grand total of 1-goal and 1-point.

This is not glorious defeat.

This is abject failure.

As for this "rampaging" nonsense, Jackson should consult his butter-wouldn't-melt-in-their-mouths TA chums for the correct meaning of the word.
 
It’s also worth mentioning one point about Croatia which Jackson misses. On several occasions Croatia’s defence were criminally sloppy with their passing, gifting it to Scotland. Yet we repeatedly failed to make it count. Even our goal resulted from a blindly mishit boot by a Croatian defender.
Exactly. Croatia weren't especially good. Heard the pundits saying that's the best Croatia have played in the tournament especially their midfield. Scottish pundits and journalists often don't seem to link the performance of a team to who they are playing against. It's as if it was just bad luck that Croatia had their best game against Scotland when in reality it's because Scotland have no cutting edge and didn't take the chances Croatia were giving us, then our midfield was far too open and easy to pass through - making Croatia's midfield look really good.
 
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