Oh what a day! What a victory for Scotland!
A packed Centre Court at Wimbledon. The sun splitting a clear blue sky and two great warriors facing each other under the gaze of a spellbound worldwide TV audience.
Me and The Evil Sheriff of Bullingdon face to face at last. And the result?
Game set and match to Bravebelly!!
As match point in the tennis approached I sneaked the folded Scottish Saltire from my ample girth and waved it proudly behind Bullingdon's head.
Take that you despot! Take that Tory Unionist Junta!
Underestimate the great Bravebelly at your peril! Ha!
The skinny guy with the gold trophy ignored me - as did everyone else come to think of it.
Still, in the tradition of Wallace, Bruce and, yes fellow freedom fighters, even Nelson Mandela, I have struck a blow for freedom deep in the belly of the beast.
All proper Scots should be suitably proud of their great leader tonight!!
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