Something happened in Boston this June that nobody saw coming. Scotland reached its first World Cup since 1998, the Tartan Army crossed an ocean to follow them, and a city braced for chaos got something else entirely. Kilts on the T. Bagpipes on Boston Common. Strangers buying each other pints at Fenway. Joy, basically. The kind you cannot fake or budget for.

Boston has thrown a famous party in its harbour before. That one involved tea and a fair bit of bad feeling. This time the city threw open its arms instead, welcomed the world, and got back the best version of itself in return. As one Bostonian put it in the comments that started all this, the Tartan Army did more for American pride in a week than most things have managed in years. Not the politics. Not the noise. Just people from one small country and people from one great city deciding to like each other.

So here is the ask. We want a permanent statue on the Boston waterfront commemorating the Tartan Army and the summer the Scots came to town. A proud Scottish figure with the flag, the kilt, the football at his feet, and yes, a traffic cone on his head, because anyone who knows Glasgow knows a statue is not finished until it has one. It is the warmest in-joke two nations could share, and it belongs on that riverbank.

This would be a privately commissioned piece, built with the support of Scottish-American and Scottish heritage foundations and the thousands of people on both sides of the Atlantic who lived this moment and do not want it to fade when the tournament packs up and leaves.

The Massachusetts Office of Travel and Tourism has already said they are on it. The Scots have already shown up. All that is left is us.

Sign this if you were there, if you wish you had been, or if you simply believe a week this good deserves to be set in bronze. Boston, you needed another party with the right guests. You got one. Let's give it a home.