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This map shows the distance from my house to where 200 drunken Scots were throwing bottles at police in riot gear.
The city was a mess when I was there half an hour before kick off. Liam got off a london train, unaware there had been a scottish invasion and did not get my text warning him to stay away from picadilly gardens. He went there to catch his bus and thought, on reflection, through the back streets to my house might be a better route to take. So we drank beer and watched Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade and ignored the whir of the police helicopter overhead.