Hardy boys

In theory I should be traveling home in daylight by now, but by the time I finished sending the last of my emails it was well after 6pm. The snow started falling when I was about half way home. Even though the bus stop is only a couple of minutes away from the house, I looked a bit like a snowman by the time I got home.

This was the scene I passed as I hurried home. These hardy lads were having a football match under floodlights, unfazed by the driving snow. With dedication like this, how come Scotland are not the best football team in the world?