GIRUY DALLAS,YA WEE HUN BASTARD!!!
Normally,the headline of our match report would read a simple Dundee Utd 0-1 Celtic,and there would be much celebration. But a lot of Saturday’s match was also about what is wrong-clearly wrong,tolerated and encouraged-in the Scottish game.
Dundee United set themselves up at home to hit a stronger team on the break,and I certainly have no problem with that. When they had the ball,they used it effectively,and certainly looked as if they wanted a sniff on goal on the few occasions they got one. In fact,we even got the opportunity to see if our new keeper could save a shot-which he did,and held it too.
Job done. Next stage is to see how good he is at crosses.
But a Dundee United team designed to hit us on the break also had some devious secret weapons in their locker,which I’ll cover in turn. In my usual haphazard style. And the first one is the haphazard way we performed on Saturday,so playing into their hands.
Ok,it wasn’t as bad as Kilmarnock. But for eighty minutes,did any of you really see us scoring? Yes,there were some worldies from the keeper-from Ryan Christie in particular-but Christie had a dreadful game apart from those few shots on target. Wee clue is when he skied it so badly,that he chastised himself with the classic FUXAKE.
Ryan,we’ve all done that. Ask your boss what yer role is in the team,and then you might know who you’re expected to pass to,instead of beating yourself up about a shit shot,when in actual fact you were about the only person who actually managed to get the odd one away.
And at least two of them,hard lines. But you need to know where you play in that team,because I reckon Ollie thought he was playing there too!
Which left gaps.
Broonie was everywhere he should be in the second half,and everywhere except where he should be in the first half. WTF? The experience he has,that’s a shocker.
Which leaves Mo. Excuse me,son. This is a team game. I’ll say no more. Be grateful.
I’m leaving the defence alone on this,because pretty much so did the opposition,but I will make a point that when Nir Bitton is the best of them,I reckon the others need to have a good look at themselves.
Which leaves me with the The Wonderful Edouard. I Wanna,and a player with everything in his locker. The strength,the skill,the guile to unlock a defence no matter who it is from receiving the ball forty yards out,or four yards out. But there’s not a hell of a lot he can do against four defenders who swarm around him the second they even get the sniff that he is the target for a pass. The one chance,a half chance,he nearly burst the net. Hit the post,and nearest he got at that stage.
Eddy needs support,Neil. This team and this league,and probably most of European football,now demands two up front. Whether it be 4-4-2 or 3-5-2 or even 5-3-2 with wingbacks,none can be done with a 1. Too easy to negate.
And too easy to target,and hit. Eddy wasn’t the only player wearing our colours to suffer on Saturday from some industrial challenges,but he certainly got the worst of them. It’s an automatic yellow to ignore the opponent in front of you and go right through him and yet Dallas continually allowed it,often without as much as a free kick. Cheating bastert.
Now,I heavily trailed this problem in an article last week,that I was seriously pissed off about the revelation that some fans had left some vile calling cards near Kieran Tierney’s house. Anyone who watched the treatment handed out to our players yesterday,Eddy in particular,or in fact in every game we’ve ever watched will know what the headline of the article is all about. It’s what drove Kieran away from the club that he loves,and the fear that his career would be ended by a thug given permission to maim by a cunt with a whistle,and I make no apologies for that. Not after Saturday.
Those basterts,no matter who they play for,can kick us at will,guaranteed the first yellow will be to a Celtic player for an innocuous and probably first foul,and keep on doing it. So Eddy got kicked all day,Broonie got booked for a comment to the ref after we scored. My sister texted me right afterwards,I hope he said GIRUY,Dallas,ya wee hun bastard. And I hope he did say that. But it won’t matter to him. He did his best,nearly deprived us of points,still managed to ensure some walking wounded on the bus home.
Job done,near enough. And a grand,including expenses.
The game in Scotland is screwed while the likes of that is allowed any element of control,much less a whistle. He earned more than every Dundee Utd player for his shift-think about that. He actually gets paid a fortune to be a cheating wee bastert and encourage people to injure others!
But what’s the point in us getting het up about it? The club seem fine about it,they’ve never put in a word of complaint. Lenny thought we were magnificent. Etc,etc
I thought we were pish,I thought we got kicked off the park,I thought there were at least enough multiple offences to warrant two red cards and one which was a red on its own. But if the club are fine about it,I suppose it’s back to good old Doctor Pangloss.
No,not Doctor Vengloss. It was a bloody pleasure to watch his team.
Above article by a thoroughly pissed off BMCUWP who is absolutely delighted that our Swiss Yeti came off the bench and won the game for us almost immediately. Who knew that playing two up front would make such a difference?
Time you wised up,Neil. You canny win a pissing competition on who is the bigger Celtic fan and think that makes you a good manager. It’s time to prove it.