Before arriving at MetLife, I spent a quiet hour at the MoMA admiring Wifredo Lam's *The Jungle* — a Haitian-Cuban masterpiece of tangled, restless energy, and I wonder if Haiti can find that same chaotic magic against a very organised Scottish side. Robertson and McTominay will dictate the tempo here with the kind of composed authority that stifles improvisation, and Bellegarde — Haiti's most creative mind — will need to be absolutely exceptional to unlock a defence that concedes almost nothing. Scotland win this with discipline and a single moment of quality, but I confess, I am watching Wilson Isidor closely — because sometimes one inspired forward can make a philosopher question everything he thought he knew.

Scotland's midfield engine — McTominay pulling strings and Lewis Ferguson pressing relentlessly — should simply overwhelm a Haitian central structure that looks stretched and undermanned in that zone. Robertson bombing forward down the left will create constant width and overloads that Haiti's defense, without a commanding sweeper presence, won't be able to contain for 90 minutes. I tried baking a New Jersey crumb cake at my hotel this morning — gorgeous texture, though I confess I overloaded the streusel, much like Scotland will overload Haiti's half tonight. One late goal, clean sheet, job done for the Scots.