Ken Gall argues that the demise of the home internationals left Scotland chasing irrelevant targets such as the World Cup
With Björn Borg-style skinny-fit tracksuits and Gola trainers in the shops, and Planet of the Apes set to be the summer’s hit movie, surely all we need to complete a nostalgia-fest for jaded thirty-somethings is the return of the home internationals. For Scots fans of that age, the memories linger: Brian Moore in the commentary box with Sir Alf; male relatives drinking cans of beer in the afternoon around the television; the Hampden roar; the offensive chants about Jimmy Hill.