Last week I turned up to the game after a night at – what is known in the trade, or by those of a certain vintage – ‘The Dancing”. I suffered. This week, I decided to with a clear head to see if it improved my enjoyment, any.
I’ve been called a ‘miserable sod’ on these very pages. Yes, it’s true. Steven Patrick Morrissey phones me up to make himself feel better at times. But…I’m not a moaning feck face like the guy behind me yesterday. 30 seconds it took him to call Ki a “useless c*nt” after he tried to win a header that he was never going to win.
He was that bad that during the second half I vocally gave my support to Sammy just to annoy him. That made me feel quite ill.
Sure, we should have been 4 down in 20 mins. We never played well, again. The difference between last season and this was that I for one never was in any doubt we would get back into it. Maybe some folk haven’t been paying attention.
This week saw a more controlled performance. The ball was on the deck more and worked. The hoof and hope of last week was replaced with studied concentration and a knowing that our football would bring our rewards.
The problem is…it wasn’t impressive enough. The feeling I get is that we are an ASDA suit and we may struggle to survive another few washes. Injuries, constant changing team line ups and a team that haven’t yet meet the idiosyncrasy that Scottish Football will bring – a moment that will see the United Colours Of Lennytown mouth “WTF” at each other as ‘Honest Mistakes’ are dealt out – mean that our form disappearing down a storm drain just before we face two massive games is worrying.
Cross your fingers, toes and internal organs that we have a full deck after the internationals.
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