It feels as though the entire Scottish contingent has converged on Miami.
Many, myself included, had believed Boston represented the Tartan Army at its peak, quietly doubting whether Miami could rival that atmosphere.
We were mistaken.
After Monday’s march to the Miami Marlins game—since baseball has become our focus—Tuesday saw the Tartan Army strolling along the beach to the tunes of “No Scotland, No Party,” “Yes Sir, I Can Boogie,” and “We’ll Be Coming.”
They are indeed here, and they have been present for some time.
The mile‑long procession from Lummus Park to Ocean Drive was splendid, evoking memories of the Cologne celebrations two years prior at Euro 2024.
Who would have thought it could be surpassed?
Locals are embracing the vibe—and the Scottish accent—delighting in the influx of kilt‑clad fans who continually comment on the heat.
The experience carries a once‑in‑a‑lifetime sensation, wandering across America oblivious to the day of the week, surrounded by fellow countrymen.
All of this unfolds without even a thought given to the football match itself.
It’s merely Brazil, after all.