Another game, another victory. We expect nothing less from this time, which can win constantly, without really looking troubled. Craig Gordon didn’t have a save to make until we were in injury time; that should give you some hint of how dominant we were.
Once again, it was big Moussa who was on target, the first an excellent strike just before half time and the second from the penalty spot.
He is now on 29 goals for the season.
A 30 goal season is a certainty of course, but could he actually go further and reach 40?
Don’t be against it, because he is on fire at the moment and no mistake.
A 40 goal debut season would be an incredible achievement. Moussa deserves every bit of credit, and all the attention, that is coming his way. He is a special player, and we’re lucky to have him. With him up front we simply bludgeon teams into submission.
This run goes on, with no end in sight. Aside from watching Moussa get his double, we also saw Leigh come on late in the game – for the big man himself, to give him his ovation but deny him a chance at a hat-trick – and that’s another positive on a day that as far as we are concerned was just full of them. A new SPL unbeaten record has been set, continued over from Ronny’s team last season, and of course the breaking of more of them lies ahead.
Who can stop us? Can anyone?
Someone will, at some point, but you don’t see it, you can’t imagine it.
Even when we don’t play well, we get the job done.
All around, we see inconsistency. How are we supposed to get a challenge when teams competing for European places are all over the shop? Hearts lost again today, with a great chance to close the gap for third. So too did St Johnstone. Both results let last night’s shambolic Sevco team off the hook. Aberdeen won, so the second spot is now theirs to lose, but really … the Perth and Tynecastle clubs really have to do better and take these opportunities.
The battle at the top of the table is over, of course. The one for second spot looks like it could become embarrassing. The dogfight for the remaining two European places should be fierce between the three clubs in that zone; it’s what Scottish football has between now and the end of the season instead of a title race.
In the meantime, the march to the treble goes on to the next stop on the road, Inverness on Wednesday night. That should be a beauty, particularly as it’s the only place we’ve dropped points thus far. But I have no fears about us getting the win there.
There are seven league games left until the split and twelve in total in the SPL campaign. There is a long way to go to finish unbeaten; every one of those matches will be a battle. Every one of them will have to be contested like a war. There are fifteen games separating us from a historic feat that will never be topped; an unbeaten domestic campaign, which, to the best of my knowledge, only one club – Al-Ahly of Egypt – has ever accomplished.
You can see the finish line now, but that’s where a lot of teams become complacent, let their guard down and lose their focus. To be fair to us, that doesn’t look like it’ll happen here. Brendan has this team well drilled.
One little fly in the ointment today, the shocking tackle on James Forrest, in the same week where Brendan highlighted this issue and asked refs to be on the lookout for similar. In the aftermath of the game, without the benefit of a second look, Brendan didn’t think there was much in it.
I’ve had more than one look at it and it was appalling; I suspect he’ll revise his opinion when he sees it again, but even if he doesn’t his point of the other day stands and we saw the need for it today as ever more acute. Refs let players away with murder in this league.
In spite of the best efforts (pretty weak ones) of certain hacks to make controversy out of the fact that Brendan says one thing about this and some of us think something else, there’s nothing more to this than that the manager disagrees with some of us on how bad the tackle was.
That’s allowed, we’re adults, we can handle it.
The media’s attempt to stir up something where there’s nothing here is pitiful.