In the end they became sick of being made afraid and they became sick of being told that what they have now is all they will ever be allowed and to be grateful. That's how we won. The next day my five-year-old daughter knocked on my bedroom door, again with a Saltire in her hand and again I felt elated (though I suspect her mother put her up to it this time). What I knew at that moment (apart from the fact that I would never drink alcohol again) was that everything we had said was true and this was the moment we promised. Nothing was over, nothing real had happened. We just got the right to vote for a Scotland of our choosing. We told people that the real work started only after we could choose and that begins today. They understood their responsibility and the accepted it. Because -- and only because -- we didn't try to patronise them by claiming they would never need to fear anything ever again. We told them we'd be normal, a small country with prospects a wee bit above average and with lots of problems to solve. From there, it was up to them. But -- and its a big but -- we showed them many things that could happen, that could be possible, that Scotland could become but that a Britain dominated by London couldn't. We did it without worrying what the professional politicos thought and we spoke directly to people