Careful now, you’ll have the kiltie hordes descending on you, emptying every wee bit hill and glen, calling you out for treason against the pluckiest, bestest small country with its awesome scenery and its welcoming people and its blah blah ****ing patriotic blah insecurity-based boasting.
Were the Dons playing?
Were Keith playing?
No?
Then as irrelevant to me as a local derby in Andorra.