Oh wow but that was woeful. There were real problems with the way we played today and I’ll get to those in due course, in another piece, and whilst I’m angry with our team for its own suicidal approach to it I am angrier, by far, with the opposition and their brand of anti-football, for which some in the media are determined to give them praise.
Where is the merit in making no effort whatsoever to play the game and win three points? Where is the merit in setting up with eleven men behind the ball for 90 minutes without once showing the least imagination or intent? Livingston was appalling today, absolutely appalling. There is not an ounce of football in Martindale’s thuggish time-wasting team.
Had we scored the penalty I’d have been no less concerned with our own issues but absolutely delighted so see Martindale and his band of charlatans leave our ground with nothing to show for their alleged efforts today.
You know, I have seen teams to our ground and leave on the end of a hiding. I have had a certain amount of respect for those teams, sides which were simply overmatched.. That is what happens in football. I have nothing but contempt for those teams which come as “spoilers”. If football was played between sides which tried to win and those which tried not to lose we would not call it The Beautiful Game because nobody would watch it.
Celtic were dreadful against that today, but let’s stop kidding on that this was because the opposition was “well organised” or tactically astute. It doesn’t take a football genius to pack the penalty area against a team known for crossing the ball long past the point of sanity and when it is so obviously woefully ineffective.
So no, Livingston get no credit because they deserved no credit. They got a point which they absolutely did not deserve, which is not to say that we deserved all three because we didn’t but I would have taken then and happily because it would have meant Martindale scurrying away having failed to blag his way to a result.