Mike Morrison woke up one June drawn to the sound of bagpipes and found his quiet Boston suburb of Wakefield had a group of Scots for company. Their first act was to hand him a beer when he went to say hello. Two days later, it was barbecues and more beer, and Morrison had been co-opted as a member of Scotland’s Tartan Army.
Times Square turned oranje (orange) when thousands of Dutch supporters flooded into Manhattan’s most famous landmark, singing team songs and mesmerising New Yorkers with their trademark “Go left, left, left… Go right, right, right” dance that had locals swaying to the pulsing rhythm.
In another part of Boston, Norwegian fans wearing Viking helmets and national flags turned a railway station escalator into an impromptu rowing lane with beating drums and booming chants of “Reu, Reu”. In support, members of Parliament in Oslo interrupted a session to flex some nautical muscle of their own.
The size of Texas barbecue helpings have stunned visiting Japanese and English supporters in Dallas, who can’t get enough of the grilled goodies put down in front of them with bowls of gravy and Ranch dressing.
Unwilling to be left behind, fans of Team Mexico have enlisted the services of Merlin, a two-year-old duck, as their mascot. Merlin has joined the celebrations and parades clad in a miniature team jersey and socks as an “event ambassador”. Dawn the Duck is doing the same for Scottish supporters in Providence, Rhode Island.

