St Johnstone 0-1 Celtic Review
Yesterday was a game that could have gone horribly wrong for us. It had all the ingredients,including a potential Euro hangover from our abject surrender on Thursday,a quagmire of a pitch,decent opponents in an excellent run of form. And Bobby Madden refereeing it like an MMA bout.
It wasn’t a day for beautiful football,the elements and some outright thuggery from St Johnstone made sure of that. No,if this was going to be a victory,it would be one that we had to scrap for. And so it proved,with the first half in particular being eminently forgettable. The second half wasn’t really a vast improvement,if I’m honest,but it did see us looking more like the champions that we are,and with a hunger for yet more silverware. It would be wrong to say that chances came thick and fast in the second period,but we certainly created more and looked more comfortable with affairs. To award someone Man of the Match for a game like this one is surely to damn with faint praise,but once again that honour fell to the opposing goalkeeper who had a bit of a worldie. We threw everything bar the kitchen sink at him in that second half,and he stood firm against it all.
That is until Madden was forced to award us a free kick with only ten minutes left. We have a few players who fancy themselves with a dead ball,but with Griff having departed midway through the half,it was Ryan Christie who stepped up. He hit one of those that goalkeepers really hate having to face,whipped across the goal begging for a touch but likely to be on target if left alone. As it turns out,this one had a touch of both about it-it looked to have gone straight in,but Christopher Jullien might have got a nick,as he initially seemed to claim. And that was it,really. Game over,nothing to write home about,semi final spot against Aberdeen booked. Our next game is away to Livingston on another infamous pitch,and I’ll be surprised if the same team line up on Wednesday night. There will be a few nursing knocks after that game,and Madden needs to take a bloody good look at himself for allowing it to happen.
There is nothing in the rule books that says that a team is permitted to kick seven shades of shit out of their opponents simply because they are a better side. In that respect,yesterday was nothing unusual-because it has been going on since the year dot. Another arsehole earning in ninety minutes what I earn in a fortnight,and he’s not even doing his job properly? What will it take before these cowboys are reined in? I won’t be holding my breath expecting the club to speak out about it,so it’s a given that it will continue to be the norm. And so it goes…
Meanwhile,the sooside paupers are trying to figure out how they can go from getting an excellent result in Portugal on Wednesday to getting their comeuppance at Tynecastle on the Saturday. Hearts are the worst team in the league,but you wouldn’t have known that two days ago. Steven Gerrard is apparently considering his position after laughably telling the world that the players didn’t appreciate how lucky they were to be working with such an excellent coaching and management regime. I very much doubt that he will resign-he has recently extended his contract and it’s a lot of money to walk away from. Of course,Mark Warburton only found out in the papers that he had resigned,so anything is possible at that soap opera of a club.
Including the real reason why Morelos wasn’t playing. It’s very difficult to maintain a high valuation on a player when he isn’t actually playing. Even more so if you declare to the world that he is a spoilt petulant brat who can’t be trusted to return from a home trip on time. I reckon Gerrard thinks that he’s bigger than Rangers,and also that Morelos thinks that he’s bigger than Rangers. I’ve got news for them both. Much as I despise their club,they will look back on these days as the last time they were in the spotlight,and wish that they had done things differently.
Above article by BMCUWP.