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Jings. 1-0, after a nice break. McTominay, allegedly. Looked like one of the Schweitzers lashed it high past his own ‘keeper. HANDY TIP. If you don’t want to listen to Squeallum McLeod, tune into one of the English stations. I don’t know who the commentator is but he mostly keeps quiet.

Alex Edwards - electricity on the wing.

bbc tribute footage showed one of his goals for Everton with Ibrox legends Ball and Jeffers in close attendance.

2-1 Portugal. A goal chalked off in the last minutes but their sub scores in added time for a deserved victory. Czechs under a lot of pressure but they didn’t buckle. The game is called football. How can a hand put you offside?

What a goal by the Czechs. 1-0 to them.

I thought the football was quite good. Good attacking from Portugal, good defending by the Czechs. Ronaldo’s finished. Now watch him score three.

Aye but no Scollan’ no party. (Certainly not a fancy dress party, right enough)

What a game. What an ending. What an atmosphere.

Slick but careless. Austria not bad at all. From the games I’ve seen there’s only one really poor team in the tournament.

Cracking old style goal. The beauty of execution should trump a minor infringement.

I gather you are displeased about something?

Hardly notice them, which says it all.

And both would cower at the shadow of Harry Davis - Hurlock with a haircut, some extra inches and a bit harder. Rarely dirty, though. Didn’t have to be.

Foden not the main man? Gordon is a Scotsman. He may not know it but he is. He should be compulsorily transferred to dark blue.

And Tiger Khomich, his famous predecessor.

Yashin again.

Two minutes on the clock Poland v Netherlands and I’ve muted the sound. The commentatoress is dreadful.

Some descendant of Puskas, perhaps.

Can’t believe we overlooked Ronnie MacKinnon, Prince of centre halves. Not the physical giant that Geordie Young was nor did he appear granite-hard like Willie Woodburn but nobody ran through him. Here he is follow-following his captain.

Maybe you’re not wrong. I’ll have to think about it. It will be quite some time before I make up my mind.

To be fair to the oaf - can’t believe I said that - his mother is German so he has a hereditary claim to the outlandish garb.

For the lads who go to the match on a Saturday and who went to Germany to actually watch the football hoping to see their team win, my commiserations. For the party clowns, the middle-aged toddlers and the politicals most especially the buffoon Robertson, ha, ha, ha.

Here comes the Billy boy. Too late, I fear. Where’s Larry? Just enough time for him to bang in three. Oh dear. That needs to be four.

Tierney is even more dreadful than the rest.

Withdraw, Sir. Agree with that bit.