Promised You A Miracle!!!
Well,last night was fun,eh? Not only was I ten minutes late in providing you all with a link to the game,but for most of what followed,I felt guilty about even providing one in the first place!
Let’s be honest here,AP is trying to keep the wheels on the wagon and that is clearly proving to be a problem. We simply do not have the attacking options available to us,the razor sharp strike in the important areas. I probably missed about half of the game due to the aforementioned problems with the link-I even missed the bloody winner!-but I don’t think we saw a chance drop to us in the six yard box. All game,and I can’t remember one on Sunday either.
Those wagon wheels were bigger when I was a lad,of course. Aye,argue about that one if you like. But were the hearts of our heroes bigger back then than last night? I can think of many a time we have dragged ourselves to victory and away from the depths of despair and defeat. I can also remember many times that the players were so beaten down by events that such as last night simply would not have happened.
At the moment,Celtic are taking to the field without a natural striker. We all know that. It leaves our creative midfielders without a link up and without an out ball. We know those players can finish,but they simply cannot do it on their own. This is not the Guardiola Man City,who have trained this way and practiced this way for a couple of years now.
This is a team of Celtic players who have enough difficulty in doing their own jobs well while avoiding those hammer throwers I mentioned yesterday to CRAIG76. Ross County knew that,but seemed to try that little bit harder tonight than usual as they got in and ugly. Fair play to them,I hope they do it every week,and stay up. I hope they can pony up the money for the raw meat diet again the next time the huns hit town.
A goal from Abada gave us some respite,an equaliser just after half time gave us flashbacks to the last couple of years. As did what followed as we went nowhere. Slowly.
Owen Moffat came on,and I hope to see more of him,but this was not a good night for a debut which was unfair on him. Our chocolate starfish complained so loudly about being hit that he was booked,followed by the inevitable second yellow the next time he breathed on an opponent.
Muir,of course,was the official on the line behind Meekings THAT day,so I can only assume he is a Ross County fan. Or summat.
Either way,six minutes of added time. A bit more because of time wasting. Big T. A happy HOOOOOOPSTERS bunch heading home,and Mr Muir’s cat going into hiding.
Above article by BMCUWP