St Johnstone 0 – 2 Celtic
Blinkin’ flip,this was a hard shift. For far too long,we huffed and puffed and got nowhere. One of my mates was panicking at 60 minutes,while I’m evoking The Spirit of 1988.
Fuxake,Paul. We play to the full ninety and beyond,cool yer jets!
Well,I must admit that even I didn’t see this coming with a minute of normal play.
It’s not that we played badly,I’d be surprised if anyone can mention a player who didn’t try his heart out,do his best,etc. I’d be surprised too if anyone actually achieved more than a 6/10 rating. It was just one of those days and nothing we did worked.
Wee Frimpers was heavily marked-and nailed often. So that’s him out of the equation. Ollie,covering for Broonie who was a booking away from missing the huns game,was booked early and that f….d him,frankly. CalMac tried to hold it together but Eddie and Mo just weren’t firing,individually or collectively.
Elhamed was great going forward,but he’s supposed to be part of the back three,and got caught out of position too often by a St Johnstone team who hit every weak spot hard.
Make no mistake,St Johnstone matched us right across the park for ninety minutes yesterday. It’s not that difficult to defend with your backs to the wall,I suppose. It is much more difficult to actually do something with the ball. And apart from hitting the post,they never came close and I don’t think they actually tried that hard in our half. Everything was about their half,what we could do,how to stop it.
Enabled by a referee,it was anti-football.
In a situation like that,up against it,there’s only one response-and that is the classic-Is that the best ye can dae? This was a team playing for a draw,hoping for a breakaway,little interest in football. So NL took off Eddie-who is not the Eddie we know,for whatever reason-and put on The Griff. Didn’t take too long to announce his return-though in truth,the assist and the credit should go to Kris Ajer.
Just as the St Johnstone defence have decided that he’s lost the ball and charged out,he delightfully rolled his foot over the ball and flicked it wide. A superb cross later,Leigh Griffiths made the perfect comeback with a header bang in the corner,and with more power than I could kick a ball when I was in my twenties.
Welcome back,son. What kept ye?
Canny beat a last minute winner,eh? Just as I was saying to the lads,fuxake we never chucked it in The Centenary Season. Blah blah. Happy days,and The Polish Paddy broke clear on the edge of the area,only to be halfed in two by the centre back. IMO,a red card offence,as he was clean through on goal. Paddy has obviously learned very quickly that we don’t get decisions like that,took the break of the ball and hammered it past the keeper.
I have been impressed by this lad’s ability to keep the ball and hit the net every time I’ve seen him. We have a player here. But more importantly,yesterday we got a result. A result which was a formality on paper and looked unlikely with five minutes left.
This season will not be about style. It will be about winning. Hide the needles in case you are tempted to put them through your eyes. You can reminisce about The Beautiful Game. You can dream of it happening again. This season is about winning. And Tavernier (pen) again tells you all you need to know.
Above article by BMCUWP.