Flood Watch (A River Runs Through It)

Today's image was taken on my way back from the local shops to get supplies for the big game (England v Scotland at Wembley). The lay-by outside this bus stop constantly floods after any kind heavy rain. Following yesterday's thundery downpours it had flooded even more than usual and had actually mutated into what looked like a small river.
This has been going on for over ten years! The local council blames the landowner, the landowner blames the local council and the Highways Agency blames both the local council and the landowner but nothing actually gets done. Utterly ridiculous! 
The only person keeping an eye on it appeared to be this lady at the bus stop!
The rest of the day was spent in nervous anticipation of the game until I collected my brother from the station. We decided we would just go with the flow and watch the game in quiet contemplation and not worry overly about the result - yeah right!!
Once the Scottish anthem was belted out by the team just before kick off I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. What an atmosphere!
 I still hadn't managed to find my Scotland shirt but I had located my blue and white Kilmarnock (my home town) scarf so I tied it round my neck and shouted at the top of my lungs "Come On Boys!" as the whistle blew for the start of the game.
We then proceeded to play one of the best games I have seen from Scotland in years. We showed grit, determination, tactical awareness and no little skill throughout the whole game. England hardly had a sniff - apart from the early John Stones header that hit the post and a goalmouth scramble right at the end of the game (my heart skipped a beat on each occasion!).
The whole team were awesome - with particular standouts being Billy Gilmour, Stephen O"Donnell, Andy Robertson (as always), Kieran Tierney and Lyndon Dykes and Che Adams, who led the forward line superbly.
In comparison the England team looked listless and, dare I say it, timid.
When the final whistle blew on the 0 - 0 scoreline I did a lot of fist pumps, shouted another valedictory "Come On Boys!" and me and my brother even did a little jig each!
It felt like a moral victory. All the talk from the English pundits before the game was that there could be no other possible result than an England win.
Our future in the Euros is now almost entirely in our own hands. If we beat Croatia at Hampden we have a great chance of getting through to the knockout stages of a major tournament for the very first time.