What was it?
Lungs burned and shins bruised as twenty-two men sprinted relentlessly from one penalty area to the other. They tackled as though settling bitter local disputes. Forty-four fouls broke the afternoon into jagged, breathless little pieces.
Scotland operated like municipal wardens clamping a badly parked vehicle. John McGinn scuffed a left-footed finish through a crowded box after 28 minutes. Steve Clarke immediately ordered his players to drop deep and protect the six-yard box.
The Caribbean side dictated the territory, hoarding 54 per cent possession and firing fifteen shots. Yet they rushed their final actions, slicing crosses and snatching wildly at half-chances. Only two efforts actually forced Angus Gunn to make a save.
Frantzdy Pierrot found himself completely unmarked close to the target at the 85th minute. He headed the cross wide of the post. Scotland subsequently introduced Kenny McLean to form a rigid 4-5-1 shape, suffocating the remaining minutes.
It lacked any hint of elite sophistication. Yet watching these players empty their physical reserves, fighting for every wretched inch of turf, restored a quiet, simple faith in the raw, unpolished soul of the sport.
Scotland operated like municipal wardens clamping a badly parked vehicle. John McGinn scuffed a left-footed finish through a crowded box after 28 minutes. Steve Clarke immediately ordered his players to drop deep and protect the six-yard box.
The Caribbean side dictated the territory, hoarding 54 per cent possession and firing fifteen shots. Yet they rushed their final actions, slicing crosses and snatching wildly at half-chances. Only two efforts actually forced Angus Gunn to make a save.
Frantzdy Pierrot found himself completely unmarked close to the target at the 85th minute. He headed the cross wide of the post. Scotland subsequently introduced Kenny McLean to form a rigid 4-5-1 shape, suffocating the remaining minutes.
It lacked any hint of elite sophistication. Yet watching these players empty their physical reserves, fighting for every wretched inch of turf, restored a quiet, simple faith in the raw, unpolished soul of the sport.