'Best I've seen Scotland play in five years'
We asked for your views on Scotland's 1-1 draw away to Netherlands in their final Nations League outing and Melissa Andreatta's second match in charge.Here's what some of you said:Iain: It's the first time in recent years that I've seen a Scottish women's team have a go. Great to watch the second half especially.Colin: A great performance from the Scottish Women. Well deserved. We move on.Gordon: Definitely an improvement, great second half.Scott C: What a fantastic battling performance. So much improvement.Miller: Well off the pace defensively for the first 20 minutes but grew into the game. Intensity was much better in the second half. Great to see Mia McAulay, Kathleen McGovern, Emma Lawton and Kirsty Maclean doing well, four promising young players.Dave: The best I've seen from this team in years, that took the game forward instead of sitting back and waiting.Liz: Much better game, especially second half! Great to see.Douglas: Much-improved performance from the sometimes dire stuff over the last few years. Making things happen instead of hoping they would happen. Restoring my faith in watching some exciting football again from them.Pat: Let's give credit when it's due. Erin Cuthbert was immense.Jim: Four halves of football, and you could see the improvement in each half. That second half was the best I've seen Scotland play in at least five years. Good to see a system where Caroline Weir and Cuthbert looked like the world-class players they are.Ellie: Lots more energy and promise under the new coach, hopefully a start of a good new era in Scottish football.Franny: That was a good positive performance by the ladies. The new coach seems to be instilling a belief in the players, that can only stand us in good stead going forward.
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