We brought the
noise. Boston
brought it back.
I'm Scottish, living in Orlando, and I flew up to Boston with my brothers for the match not really expecting anything from the city itself. Scotland fans travel loud — that part we knew. What we didn't expect was Boston meeting us at the volume.
By kickoff, bars in the North End were singing songs back to us that they'd learned that week. Strangers in Sox caps knew the words. It stopped feeling like we were the away end in someone else's city and started feeling like Boston had quietly joined the Tartan Army for the weekend.
This is the merch line for that — not just Boston loving the Tartan Army, but the Tartan Army loving Boston right back.
3 brothers, one dream. Memories to last a lifetime.