Another glorious failure for Scotland's senior national football side, against the Czech Republic on Saturday.
I couldn't bring myself to listen to it beyond the first half-hour, and by the time we went out for dinner on Saturday evening I realised that after 54 years 6 months and nine days on planet Earth I no longer even cared. When I saw the teletext headline on Sunday morning (Scots denied by late Czech penalty) it barely registered on my personal Richter scale. Same old story. Same old, same old, same old.
But what on earth can one expect when the team lines up 4-5-1 at home, in a must-win game???