They plant thistles in the Parc de Ecosse

He could see it in their eyes as they stood waiting, not the look of humbled or the weak, they stood like a Stag in the great Caledonian forrest, proud and upright, but it was the look he had never seen before, it was the look of the not to be denied.
Oh and I nearly forgot we beat the French 0-1 in Paris, my son couldnt wait to put his kilt on.