Copenhagen 1-1 Celtic
Honest,TWISTSNTURNS,it’s still morning. Apologies for the delay,broadband glitch-and I have paid the bill! Anyway,we would have taken a one each draw at the start away from home,but at half-time we were cruising and not only looking for a second goal but wondering why we hadn’t scored a third? Yet by full time,we were probably thinking we dodged a bullet.
Funny old game,as a certain great striker used to say.
We started last night without Griff,which allowed Ryan to return to the side in an advanced role just behind Eddy. Usual suspects in midfield,but with our twin tower centre backs and a wing back pairing of Frimpers-great to see him back!-and The Iron Man.
Who promptly damn near lost the ball in the first fifteen seconds,with a touch like a fairy elephant! Fortunately he recovered with a tackle which sent the ball well upfield. The Danish defenders were a bit slack in the centre circle and Christie picked up the loose ball and promptly fed it through the middle for Eddy to run on to. His first time effort against the oneushing keeper was parried away from goal,and although he got on to the rebound-twice,actually!-it was cleared each time. He had a similar effort a couple of minutes later when CalMac played him in,again he didn’t have time to do anything but get the shot in against the keeper rushing off his line. This time,the ball rebounded to Ollie whose low shot was easily cleared.
A bit of height from any of those four or five efforts and we would have been on Easy Street!
But I Wanna clearly wanted a goal. Poor lad hasn’t scored for ages,and we all know how that felt at his age. This time he had a bit more time as we played the ball along the penalty box. CalMac again supplied the killer pass,Eddy took a touch to steady himself and cool as you like dinged the keeper.
Great finish,wonderful composure. One up after fifteen minutes and totally controlling the game.
And that was pretty much it for us. I’m not going to have a go at the players,I don’t think they took the foot off the gas,but to go from being so much in control to firefighting for the rest of the game-especially the second half-is a big concern. It’s happened a few times,and Sunday for instance should have been fresh in their minds.
I don’t know what was fresh in their minds after the break,but they came out looking nothing like the team that had started the first half. And some slack defending and a bit of showboating gone wrong from Ollie soon led to their equaliser. From the birthday boy,nuff said. Worse was to come when we got our first taste of VAR,although I don’t know why it was needed. Christie jumped for the ball from a corner and the ball hit his arm.
It could hardly bloody miss it,the way he had it outstretched. Bloody idiot. Fortunately we have Fraser Forster for just such eventualities. A perfectly good,even excellent,penalty kick. Low and right in the corner. Nae tother abaw to our 6’7″ keeper. If he had telescopic arms like Christie,he could have have kept it out if the goals were twenty yards wide!
There were a few tasty challenges going in at one stage here,Broonie amongst them. I’d say that was why he was subbed,having been booked for a borderline red. But there were a few from the Danish side too,and Jullien and Broonie himself were on the end of some naughty stuff. I suspect our Eiffel Tower will leave a bit on N’Doye next week.
So it’s all set up for next week at Celtic Park. A European night at Celtic Park. The water vapour from the seething breathing masses freezing as it hits the chilly air in a red-hot atmosphere. The noise,the bedlam.
The expectation. And the hope. And the noise. It’s all to play for,and I wish I was there to see it. Mind you,my jacket still hasn’t dried out from the Cluj game…
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