Celtic v Southside Zombies-Preview
And so it came to pass that the huns turn up at Celtic Park on the last weekend of the decade,their foetid breath warming our necks. Yet at the beginning of the decade,most of us knew that they were dead men walking and that it was only a matter of time before they were consigned to a long overdue black hole,never to darken our doorstep again.
Well,that didn’t quite work out the way that we expected,so I reckon we’ll just have to do it The Glasgow Celtic Way as usual. Beat them on the pitch while those watching around the world sing our own patented version of Jingle Bells. Or The Bells of Hell for the more imaginative of us.
I don’t think any of us will be surprised at the team selection tomorrow. Lenny has been signalling it for a good few weeks now. But he may well have a surprise or two up his sleeve,perhaps on how that selection actually lines up.
Who cares,I suppose-as long as we TURN up…
A great many of the support warned that they would be back,no matter what,while most of us put our faith in The Law of the Land. And should really have known better-but that is for another day. Sunday is all about the points. Winning those points and opening up a gap. Win,and the gap stretches to eight points,albeit they will have a game in hand.
However,I recall that we had a clear seven point advantage at the corresponding time in Gordon Strachan’s last season as manager. With fifty points from twenty matches and playing with the confidence of three titles in a row,a fourth looked to be a certainty. Rangers matched their fortythree point tally from the first twenty games with the same total in their last eighteen.
We took a paltry thirtytwo in that time and surrendered the title with a shameful whimper.
So win on Sunday and we are in the driving seat for sure,but there is no reason for complacency afterwards. Our history is littered with snatching inglorious defeat from the jaws of victory. Thankfully it is also littered with the opposite,and that is why the stadium is literally bedecked in the images of our past legends. Is there room there for a few more? Of course there is-every one of our current players is only a few months away from achieving legendary status by finishing off what those who came before started only one hundred months ago.
They know how important tomorrow is. And so does everyone else.
We have seen some shocking if typical inconsistency of performance from the refereeing brotherhood this season especially,of a level again not seen in nearly a decade. Expect that to continue while the fraternal heroes are still in with a shout. As an example,Brother McLean penalised the huns on ten occasions without showing a card while Kilmarnock received three cards for their eleven transgressions. Collum waited till late in the game to card a St Mirren player,and only awarded us six free kicks all day in the face of typically “robust” opposition.
Tomorrow will be no exception. Clancy often gets called an Uncle Tom,but I think that is being unfair. He is a Partick Thistle supporter,and like most fans of the other sides,hates us both with a passion. If it is in his interests to favour one team over the other-and we all know the inducements available through career enhancement-he will lose no sleep over it. The only people wanting us to win tomorrow will be supporters of Celtic,and if you don’t believe me,just take a look and cock an ear at the fervent hatred of otherwise neutral football supporters in the pub where you are watching the game. Listen to the commentary,read the reports.
We are on our own tomorrow. ‘Twas ever thus. It is a day for heroes and a day for legends to put down a marker for a spot on the giant mural around the stadium. A day to take everyone else out of the equation and let them know who is boss in these parts. It is no day for a shrinking violet,it is a day for Jolly Green Giants.
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