From the moment Kenny McLean’s shot soared through the November night sky into the empty Danish net my brother and I have been planning our trip to the World Cup.

The roar of unbridled joy from 50,000 Scots inside Hampden that night is a moment to cherish forever.

Our nation shared the euphoria of knowing 28 years of waiting were finally over. If only that feeling could be bottled.

Despite my advancing years, I’ve never been to a World Cup. The explanation is a story for another day, but this odyssey begins in three weeks when we travel to Boston.

The city holds fond memories for me, including one American Independence Day watching the July 4 fireworks on the Charles River with a million Bostonians.

While we hope for Scottish fireworks on the pitch against Haiti and Morocco, the Tartan Army will guarantee the pomp, the pageantry and the party.

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The colourful kaleidoscope created by thousands of massed kilts and the come-join-us exuberance set to the skirl of the pipes will be intoxicating.

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