'Some Scottish football fans, who had travelled on that same route, were so moved that they raised funds for the surviving families and presented the cheque to the Estonian embassy in London. A year later, Scotland were playing Estonia away. The Tartan Army's first act was to visit Tallinn's memorial to the deceased. Led by a lone piper, they marched through the streets and paid tribute with flowers. The fans were officially given the freedom of the city. The floodlights of Tallinn's small stadium had gone badly wrong, so the match was brought forward to be played in daylight. The Estonian team was too far out of town to get there in time, so Scotland marched on to the pitch alone. Six hundred members of the Tartan Army stood in the stands, otherwise empty, apart from the Estonian army who were filling in for the security men. Scotland played for a few seconds, walked off, and hit the town, to be joined later by the tardy Estonian team.
The revelry was unprecedented and unsurpassed. Word gets around. Many fans return for weekend benders well outside the football season. They are complimented for their behaviour. A raggle-taggle mob of crazily dressed, skint people bevvying and swearing are not the usual criteria of civic order. But with Estonia and the Tartan Army, it's true love.'
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https://www.theguardian.com/travel/2...rescapesection