Tonight, the Young Hoops gave the Sevco youth team a real beating. This is the second win under the first team level we’ve secured over them in the space of a month. It was the month that started with Dave King telling us their academy was in the best shape it’s been in since the bricks were laid. Man oh man, I hope the “improvement” continues.
Sevco started this game in their usual fashion; with a piece of early brutality. Murty, who we last saw as their anointed hero at Celtic Park before they sacked him, clearly understands The Rangers Way. It’s one of the things Sevco ported over.
The Young Hoops were brilliant here.
Wardrup and the magnificent Miller had us 2-0 up at half time, and it was no more than we deserved. When we scored the third right after the restart the game was done.
We tried to play football. I can’t honestly say they did the same. They have one or two footballers who look as if they might be decent, but they are held back by a blood and thunder playing system which Scotland really suffers from.
Celtic on the other hand are all skill.
We’ve got some very gifted technical footballers..
To me young Aiden Nesbitt, Ralston, Miller et al are fantastic players with enormous potential.
The commentary for this game was borderline absurd. I don’t know how many times we had to hear how inexperienced the Sevco youth team is. We heard how many years the Celtic team has been together. They lamented our globetrotting. They pointed out that some of our kids had been in the first team. They moaned that some of them have proved good enough to go out and play first team football elsewhere, as if this was something we shouldn’t have been allowed to do because of the unfairness of it all. All this was boring after you’d heard it the second time, and you’d think I would have got very tired of hearing it before the end.
Yet by the time we really started to pummel them after the third it had become hilarious, as did the nearly neurotic pleading for the team in blue jerseys to find a way back into it.
No chance whatsoever.
If you thought Sunday was a comprehensive outclassing it had nothing on this.
65 minutes into the game, and the pitch was littered with blue shirts, Sevco players sitting down in exhaustion. They had been run ragged in a little over an hour. The commentators were feeling it too; one big sigh into the microphone, at around the same time, was suggestive of a guy who wished the shift would end already cause he wanted to get to his bed.
This was an outclassing, and they can fairly sap morale.
Any Sevco fan who expected to find some temporary respite in this match got a rude awakening. There is none to be had. Even Gilmour, their youth “superstar” produced precisely nothing of note. He didn’t come near the performance levels of the Celtic players.
But that’s probably unfair.
Not a single one of them did.
This was Total Dominance.
Get used to it, Sevconites.
Tomorrow definitely belongs to us.
The proof of it was there tonight, at Hampden.