SENTINELCELTS

Morning,all.

And what a fine morning it is too. God is in His heaven,and all is right with the world. Not only did we scud the huns last night,we went top of the league in the process-and rammed Keevins’ facile suggestion that they would remain unbeaten for the rest of the season right where the sun don’t shine.

Couldn’t be much better,could it?

It is nearly two and a half years since we last beat that lot,partly because of the pandemic and partly due to being pish. And in September,after seven matches-four of them at home-we only had ten points. Few if any of us would have thought that five months later,we would be leading the league,unbeaten in the eighteen games since. Aye,we all thought AP knew what he was doing-but it would surely take a bit longer!

However,let’s not get carried away. Titles aren’t awarded in February-in Scotland,they are usually awarded in August when the pish-stained alkies of the SMSM get a notion in their heads and a few beers down their gullet. AP is more level-headed than that,and he will keep the players grounded and focused on the job in hand,the task ahead,all the while reminding them of their opportunity to be heroes to a support who absolutely love their heroes!

But what of the game? Cliché time-truly a game of two halves. First half,we utterly thrashed them. Second half,time for game management. No point in busting a gut,just stay out of harm’s way. Injuries have been disastrous for us this season,and there is no point in tempting fate.

The first goal was a peach. Bassey got his head to a corner,but only cleared it to a lurking Reo on the edge of the area. He didn’t hit it entirely perfectly,but it nestled in the opposite corner. The huns tried to claim that Bassey being nutted in the chest should mean the goal being wiped out-but not even Madden is that stupid. Amazingly-?-he didn’t book any huns for their over the top reactions and hystrionics. Four minutes,one up.

Ten minutes later,we should have doubled that when Jota robbed Tavpen and fired a shot to the near post. Shagger in goals got to it and parried it high in the air where G-Mak met it with a strong header. Bugger got to that one too,just as he did later with two other good efforts from the same player. G-Mak hasn’t quite set the heather on fire yet,but he is doing everything right and it is surely only a matter of time before the floodgates open.

With only a couple of minutes of the half left,Reo took the game firmly by the scruff of the neck. Firstly,he took advantage of more good work from our right-sided triumvirate of Jura,O’Reilly and Abada who were absolute class on the night. Took a touch,stroked it into the top corner from 25 yards. Superb goal. And he had a major hand in the third on the stroke of half time. From the other corner flag-covered every blade of grass!-he whipped a cross into a vacant six yard box. Not as vacant as the minds of the gawping Rangers defenders,who stood still as Abada nipped in to thrash it home.

That gave the score a somewhat realistic look,given how the game had been played at that stage. We anticipated more in the second half,but AP made the right decision to sit in,no point in playing silly buggers with hurting thugs. Five substitutions is surely the proof of that. They didn’t do much,we did less-but the game didn’t peter out,not with the bedlam in the stands.

Young Ben Doak will remember this game for a long time,I think. So will we,for sure. And so too,I suspect,will the huns. But for an entirely different reason.

We move onto Sunday,taking it one game at a time.

Above article by BMCUWP