This performance justified everything that was said about the Scotland 1978 squad beforehand. It may be remembered now for a film about drugs, in the eighties, in Edinburgh, but in fact Scotland put on a mature, calm display and were unfortunate not to progress. Holland, capable of dazzling, found little open to them but long-range shooting, spectacular but impotent.
Nevertheless, Holland were the side of the tournament: I can still remember my 9 year old incredulity at the refereeing of the Final. I knew nothing about dictatorship, nothing about Peru, nothing about drugged students thrown into the sea from planes.
The side of the tournament: and this was the only time they were genuinely beaten. Here’s how: