Today is the day I put on my Scotland t-shirt, in an entirely misplaced sense of optimism that the lads will keep the score at a respectable level. They will need to be at their best to hold the glorious Spanish senors from weaving their magic spells.
With a bit of luck, Mr Levein may play a forward or two, but don't count on it.
Last week's outing against the Czech Republic was abject, and last night's home defeat against Iceland (yes, Iceland) by the junior Scottish team was little better.
Still, hope springs eternal and all that rubbish.