For 45 turgid minutes in Slovenia, some in the Tartan Army might have reimagined the Steve Clarke years as a time of plenty, the halcyon era of ambitious football when Scotland were an all-electric thrill-fest.
The opening half of the Sebastien Pocognoli regime was, as expected, disjointed. It was also, rather unexpectedly, devoid of anything remotely related to what Pocognoli laid out as his non-negotiables - front-foot pressing, high intensity, speed of thought and mind, goal threat.
They had no shot on target and lost so many aerial duels that you stopped counting beyond the half-hour mark. They took 38 minutes to touch the ball in Slovenia's penalty area.
It wasn't like they were under major pressure - the hosts are a pretty toothless side - but neither were they accurate or energetic. Everybody who preached patience in the new era gulped hard.
We didn't expect champagne, but this was stale beer. And then it changed, not so completely that Scotland roared and won the game , but they certainly cleared their throats as an attacking force.
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