As a bostonian, the scots are always welcome back.
Youve been here for a night and we're already sick of ya cunts.
Quit being jealous, theres a reason nobody like yall.
You can be born anywhere.
That’s chance.
The rest is… choice.
Choose the sun in Naples
and the rain in Glasgow.
Choose heading to a World Cup.
Choose tattie scones on a Tuesday
and pizza on a Wednesday.
Ignore everyone telling you it’s easier the other way
and embrace being the underdog.
Choose a skipper that’s always on duty.
Choose getting absolutely written off
and getting up and showing them anyway.
You can’t decide where you’re born.
But you can decide who you stand with.
CHOOSE SCOTLAND 🏴