Scotland are going to the World Cup again after a dramatic night at Hampden that felt like it had the whole country watching through their fingers.
For the first time since 1998 the mens national team have booked their place on the biggest stage of all and a nation is wandering about today with sore heads and silly grins.
Because by goodness Scotland really did make us sweat for it.
We watched it with trepidation.
We rode every tackle.
We cursed at every loose pass.
We felt that old familiar dread start to creep in, the one that whispers that Scotland will somehow find a way to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory just when it matters most.
And then, in those last few minutes of extra time, something shifted.
The tension broke, the script was ripped up, and the goals that will live in our minds for years to come finally arrived.
In the story we will tell ourselves forever it started with an outrageous overhead from McTominay, the kind of effort that makes Manchester United supporters wonder all over again why they ever let him go.
A poachers finish from Shankland followed, the sort of goal that looks simple on a replay but only happens because a striker has the instinct to be in the right place at exactly the right moment.
A screamer from Tierney, a moment hit so clean it seemed to cut through the nerves inside the stadium as much as the air above the pitch.
And that drop kick from distance from McLean, the one we will all remember as being from halfway whether it was or not, because in that moment it felt like he was kicking away thirty years of frustration.
The details will blur with time.
The feeling will not.
It was a nervous game, the kind that ties your stomach in knots and makes even the most optimistic Scot start planning the hard luck stories in their head.
For long spells it looked like we were heading there again, into that familiar place of being within touching distance and somehow not quite getting it done.
But this time it was different.
This time the door did not slam in our faces.
This time the team found another gear and refused to play the part history had written for them.
So take a bow Steve Clarke.
For all the doubts, all the debates, all the grumbles, he has only gone and done it.
Never mind the freedom of a city, there will be plenty who would happily hand him the freedom of Scotland this morning.
Scotland are going to America, Mexico and Canada and they had better get ready, because yes sir, the Scots can boogie.
There will be a lot of sore but happy heads today and not many folk complaining about it.
On days like this it feels simple.
Scotland are going to the World Cup.
It is a good day to be Scottish.
