Scotland the brave...?



I love being Scottish. I love the fact that we’re always the under-dog, the country who misses out most of the time. In sporting events, we’re hardly ever represented, but we’re there, trying our hardest. When success does come along, it makes it all the sweeter! We’ve the greatest fans in the world, who have a laugh, (mostly at their own expense), sing their hearts out, and when they party – well, that’s where we Scots are really in a league of our own!!

But at the moment, I’m feeling decidedly sad to be Scottish. There have been several incidents in the media, focussing on the awful behaviour of some Scottish idiots who have been targeting English fans whose only crime has been to display a St George’s flag or to wear a football shirt. In fact, a disabled man was assaulted and a 7 year old boy was attacked verbally and physically just the other day.

Read the stories here.

I know it’s nothing new when there is racial hatred because of the colour of your skin, your religion or yes, what football team you support. But I feel these latest outbursts are taking things too far indeed. Scotland didn’t make it to the World Cup, so yes, as a nation, we’re watching it on our TVs at home. If they had been there, they would probably have been coming home at the weekend anyway, so what’s the problem?

No, its got nothing to do with football, or who we support, but everything to do with picking on those who can’t fight back. These bully-boy tactics don’t belong in our country, in our towns, on our city streets. They don’t belong either in our communities, in schools or in our workplaces. Sadly, they do, all too frequently. There will always be people who like to pick on others, attacking the vulnerable, the sad, the lonely.

What a lesson for this 7 year old boy to learn this week, eh?


Posted: Thu - June 22, 2006 at 10:25 PM          

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