A Moroccan goal after 70 seconds in that caught us napping – and the penalty that should have been, but the Tartan Army are still standing. They always are. From Argentina in ’78 to Spain in ’82 to this — Scotland supporters have never needed winning to keep believing. They need one result now. They need Brazil. And they need every single dram of support the north of Scotland can muster.

The Big Yin. In Scotland, that means exactly what it sounds like. The one that matters most. The one you tell your grandchildren about. Wednesday 24th June in Miami, Scotland versus Brazil is the game that decides whether this World Cup campaign becomes something historic, or something we carry quietly home and never quite stop thinking about.

We’ve had one bottle for every group game. We kept the biggest for last. Twelve years ago, we filled these casks in our distillery on the north coast of Scotland, where the wind (and rain) comes off the Pentland Firth and whisky matures on its own terms. Nobody was thinking about a World Cup. Scotland was in the middle of one of the longest qualifying droughts in their history. We were making whisky the way we always make whisky: properly, patiently, without shortcuts.

Now those twelve years of maturation have produced something worth opening on a Wednesday night in June when Scotland wants three points against the most decorated football nation on the planet.

Like every Scotland World Cup campaign, every moment of glory or heartbreak that makes this whole thing worth caring about.