It’s been a tricky Willie Collum to write this week. If you want to experience how tough, then try boogying with a biro pen and a piece of paper and you’ll understand why! 

Thank God I’m writing this with my hands and not my feet as I’ve got bunions like Kevin Kyle from dancing with the high heels on since David Marshall’s penalty save in Serbia last week.

As if the win wasn’t sensational enough, the scenes that followed had me happier than Craigy Broon reporting for a party (listeners to the podcast will know the story) for the rest of the weekend. 

Firstly, Ryan Christie’s post-match interview was one of the best I’ve ever seen. He spoke from the heart about how hard a year it had been for everyone, how he hoped this would give everyone around the country a huge lift, all the while blubbering away like Gazza at Italia '90. It was inspiring and emotional in equal measure.

I don’t think Ryan’s cried like that since his barber cut his fringe into a Lloyd Christmas from Dumb and Dumber. However, the best was yet to come in the dressing room and it eclipsed anything they fine young men will ever do on a football pitch.

Kieran Tierney, the resident DJ, dropped a beat that will live in the memory of Scots around the world. Yes Sir, I Can Boogie – a song which Andy Considine’s sister covered many years ago – was blasted into the dressing room, with the boys dancing about like the Inbetweeners and the big man front and centre in the celebrations!

It’s yet to be confirmed by the boys but I’m sure I clocked Stevie Clarke burst out the mashed potato during the three-minute masterpiece. 

Shortly afterwards, my social media blew up faster than big Aleksander Mitrovic after getting marked out the game by Declan Gallagher, bombarded with mentions and videos of the tremendous scenes.

I genuinely got goosebumps and it was surreal to hear a group of boys singing it worse than we do every week on Open Goal. I’ve been on Cloud Nine ever since and partied in the house both Saturday and Sunday night. By the time I went to do the podcast and my radio work, I had a head that felt like big Andy Considine had been boogying on it all weekend with a pair of Timberlands on.

You’ve got to enjoy these occasions as both the players and ourselves have been waiting for this moment for so long. I honestly think it will only be when these players retire and look back on their career that they’ll see what they’ve actually achieved.

I really do think the group of players will inspire a generation – not only in the results they’ve had to get us there, but also the individual storiis that go with it.

To think Stephen O’Donnell, Declan Gallagher and Andy Robertson were all released by Celtic without playing a single first-team game between them (I know how they feel, by the way) and to now be playing a major part in their country qualifying for a major tournament, it is an amazing achievement.

I hope kids will look at these three when being released from big clubs and instead of thinking it’s the end of the world, hitting the bevvy, starting a podcast and then writing nonsense in the paper at 32, use it as a positive to go to a smaller club and use the rejection to really push themselves to get back to the top.

It’s also a massive incentive for the boys at these top clubs to stay there and work as hard as they possibly can when they can watch someone like Kieran Tierney stroll it at the very top level. I think Kieran will tell you himself he wasn’t the most talented kid coming through the ranks. However, his will to improve every day and his determination to take his chance when it arrived should make every kid at Celtic and Rangers know it’s possible to have a similar story.

You then have guys who have came through the ranks at smaller provincial clubs. Who would have thought our front three when we finally qualified for the Euros would be guys who came through at St Mirren, Inverness and Queen of the South?

These clubs are due massive credit for producing what are now exceptional talents. 

I remember playing against Christie when he was 19. I was at Dundee and we travelled up to Inverness for an SPL game. This was one of the few games I started for Dundee and myself and Barra met John Hughes in the tunnel before the line-ups were announced. Yogi asked me what position I was playing.

“Sitting in front of the back four big man! Looking to give a Pat Vieira performance,” was my reply.

Yogi started laughing, shouting, “Yassss,” in his mad Leith accent. “We’ve got a 19-year-old kid who will rip you apart then!” followed his big daft laugh.

I remember thinking, ‘I’ve just came back from England, there’s no way a 19-year-old is giving me the Canadian Barn Dance’.

I went from feeling like Pat Vieira to Pat Butcher after a pack of fags following 90 mins of Christie running the show, with a couple of nutmegs on me thrown in for good measure. After the game, Yogi’s laugh was as loud and daft as ever when he told us he had no doubts that Christie would go on to be a star.

There are so many great stories within this Scotland squad but the greatest is that they have qualified for the first time in 22 years. They’ve created memories that will live with them and us for the rest of our lives, and keep us boogying all the way to the Euros.