Posted on Tuesday, 17th April 2012 by lordofthewing
As I walked from Hampden the only positive that I could take from the whole sorry affair was that I would have an extra Saturday in May to attend to my garden, which I hadn’t planned for. That’s if this extra chapter of winter we are seeing decides to end.
My last walk from Hampden saw us get beat from a club who I have no great feeling of dislike to. I don’t like the chairman. Granted. But all in The Marnocks are a harmless bunch now that they have got rid of hateble incumbents from their dugout.
Hearts are a different club all together. The longest running comedy since Only Fools And Horses and such a debauched club that Charlie Sheen even gives it a wide berth. Paulo Sergio managed to rise above being able to order breakfast in broken English at the Holiday Inn and tell his team to play for Extra Time and hoof the ball as far away from their box as possible and hope it didn’t come back.
It came back on many occasions but they carried luck that has deserted us twice on our last two visits to Hampden. They then benefit from complete and utter c*ntery from Euan Norris.
Our season ended in undeserved farce. To a detestable club. I have had better afternoons.
I have been asked to consider that it’s great for the Scottish game to have an all Embra final. After watching both teams efforts in their respective semi’s this is like an old folks home claiming the norovirus is good for business.
Sour grapes? To right.
A game that saw us dominate from start to finish also saw us fall into our Hampden malaise and the incredible sight of us looking toothless and wasteful during the exact same 90 minutes. I have the brain cells to grasp that sometimes you can play well but not win. We have done that in our last two visits to Hampden.
There is a question of bottle. It’s not one that I am having. There wasn’t to many that I wanted to see have a cold shower after the game. They all put in sweat and cried the tears. This was no hiding performance that characterized Ross County, Inverness or even 80 minutes at Ibroke a few weeks back.
Some didn’t have great games. Some look like they won’t ever have great games. Kelvin Wilson reminds of that pub league player who thinks he is something special, has all the top of the range gear but in reality is no substance and just bluster.
Charlie Mulgrew was like the race horse Synchronized at the previous day’s Grand National. When faced with the wide open spaces of the left wing at Hampden, Charlie put his ears back and decided that couldn’t do it. The fear he played with in the second period was criminal when compared to what he has done for us this season. Izzy as a left winger should have entered the fray.
As our manager admits we are naive. We still lack that something when we go a goal behind. We have only won once when this has happened this season (2-1 against Motherwell) but haven’t lost when we score first. We have to learn to handle in game set backs.
Also, we have lost 8 goals in the last 10 minutes of games this season. Concentration is needed.
After Ibroke I stated our problem is simple to fix but will be hard for the PLC to execute. We need experience and that will cost money.
Has the manager lost another big game? Well, how do you define a big game? Are all the games we play not big or do the games only become big after we lose them? We get the same three points for beating Dunfermline as we do for beating Aberdeen. We won the league by amassing more three points than anyone else.
For me this proves that the manager isn’t a monkey controlling a remote control car. A run of 26 games undefeated best since Saint Martin Of O’Neill in 2004 and reaching 3 cup finals in a row for the first time since 1976/77 is a fantastic record, which proves at least he has more to offer than Tony Mowbray.
Remember the mess we were left in by Strachan’s last season and Mowbray’s completely illogical how to dismantle a jigsaw with a hammer method of restructuring a club? I still say we are ahead of schedule.
The Europa League was the sign of a maturing team. They still are prone to monumental feck up’s and also some can go and mature elsewhere but the truck is driving uphill not rolling back down with a busted handbrake.
The manager though sometimes acts like that remote control car being controlled by a monkey. I did cringe when he charged on the park to confront Euan Norris. I didn’t feel he needed to. The watching world saw how idiotic and wrong the decision was and any moral high ground was lost as soon as he entered the field of play.
Lot’s has been made of the ‘Arry Redknapps reaction to the ghost goal compared to our managers. That’s like comparing the musical legacy of the Spice Girls to The Beatles.
The Spurs manager got a groveling apology from the referee and can safely go about his daily work without fear of bombs or physical attacks.In the last few weeks he hasn’t seen every major decision go against his team. He can also call on a favourable press pack who will love him until he messes up the defunctional entity that is Team England.
While him, Sandra, Jamie, Lousie and the kids will be at Sandbanks playing Super Mario Kart on the WII Lennon will be at Hampden attempting to prove that for the second season in a row Referees have lied in written reports about incidents involving our football club.
Hearts spat in our soup on Sunday but our main course is on the way.