Once more unto the Dutch.

As a callow 10 year I sat in a bar in Magaluf with my step-father and watched a certain Archibald Gemmil slalom through what seemed like the entire Dutch side, ignore my favourite player (Dalglish) who faced an open goal and cooly dink the ball over the flailing keeper. Tonight we need to not only beat the third placed team in the world but rely on other results and computations that seem to have been worked out by an actuary with tourettes to even get to a play off. I've never looked forward to disapointment so much.