Too bad a bus load of Scot soccer rowdies wasn’t headed out for a match somewhere. There’d a been a bit more than a proprer asskicking. Of course with the jihadist on fire there’s not much time to getinto the spirit of the thing.
They basically lined up and took a number ('here - let me have a go at him!') and when the police arrived the poor guy crawled over and begged them to arrest him . . . .