I’m a Scot, lived in Northern England for 50+ years. In my much younger days I was a radio operator in a male based industry, the lads called me Jock. My dad was in an English regiment during WWII, and he was called Jock. It was never derogatory for either of us. He had English friends that wrote years afterwards, that’s how they addressed him.
DH, English, moved to Scotland as a child. Granted, the area wasn’t the best, but he had a tough time. He can change accents at will, he learnt pretty quickly to avoid being bullied. I had no idea he wasn’t Scottish til I met his parents. One of the reasons why, after we had the DC, moving back was never going to happen.
I love so much about Scotland, we’ve visited regularly over the years, but occasionally I still got a whiff of anti Englishness. There are so many similarities and shared DNA across the UK, I find the tiny mindedness sad.
I’m no football fan, but I thought Scotland did well to qualify, and the Tartan Army got a great reception in the USA, and I’d love England to win.