Heh. When I was at uni north of the border many moons ago, three or four other English mates and I went to watch England-Scotland at Murrayfield. Until we got to the ground we didn't cotton on that buying our tickets locally meant that of course we were in the Scottish end, which was a bit disconcerting. However, wasn't a problem at all except that every time we opened our mouths to support our lot, we were instantly and utterly drowned out by the hundreds of Scots who were surrounding us. A good afternoon (but can't even remember who won!)