Awful. Awful to watch. Awful to listen to.
Awful in every way, shape and form.
Celtic have dropped points at the very end of this away match run and although we’re all entitled to be happyish that we’ve come out of it with a solid lead at the top of the table it is immensely frustrating that we didn’t get three points today.
Especially as we were the only team that bothered to try and play the game in an attacking fashion. The home team certainly didn’t.
I am not interested in what the commentariat has to say about this today, because they’ll say nothing that we haven’t all heard before.
“All credit to Hibs” or “the home side did its job brilliantly.”
No, that performance doesn’t deserve credit.
No, they did not do brilliantly.
They stifled. They turned in yet another display of anti-football, Hibs, a team I’d never seen do that until very recently.
And yeah, I know they under no obligation to try and play.
It always brings me back to Alan Durban’s notorious comment in the aftermath of his side holding Arsenal to a dire, awful, unwatchable 0-0 draw; “If it’s entertainment you want, go and watch clowns.”
But there is supposed to be some level of entertainment in the game. Especially when the War on The Fan is raging more bitterly than ever.
If you managed to see that game somewhere today, you’ll have seen the many, many, many, many empty seats around the ground.
This is spite of it being unavailable on television or on PPV … Hibs are another club which has cut our allocation without being able to sell out its home stadium.
And based on what we just watched from a home team with 24% of the ball and which barely left its own half, I cannot blame their fans for not being terribly impressed by what they are watching.
The hacks can talk all they want about credit; Hibs fans, even those happy with the point, know that’s a team going nowhere under a guy who thinks that’s an acceptable way to approach a game.
They played against a Celtic side which ran itself into the ground in midweek, and yet they didn’t make the least effort to test out our tired legs.
Have they won a point or possibly dropped two? We’ll never know because at home they didn’t try a leg. They sat deep. They offered nothing going forward.
How are clubs supposed to entice their own fans to watch football when that is what they produce?
This guy came to Scotland with a reputation as an attacking manager. They have been dire. That was David Martindale style football … and I’m not just pissed off because we’ve been unable to break it down. I would have just have been just as angry having subjected my eyeballs to that had we snatched the late goal we were pushing for.
Because that was shocking today. From them, and yes, from us.
We were far too slow.
There was far too little movement off the ball.
There was far too little attacking intent.
This slow probing stuff does not work against defences packed with their backs to the wall. All those side-to-side passes do nothing other than allow them to keep their shape and hold it. We needed something more today and it just wasn’t there.
At the end of the day, this is a country which thinks there is merit in what Hibs have done to us today and when we go to Kilmarnock and St Mirren in the next phase of this campaign, they will set up against us in the exact same way and if we play like that we will drop points in those games unless we have the Plan B which we didn’t have today, and that’s both surprising and frustrating because Rodgers is the master of the Plan B.
That was dire. Absolutely dire.
And I am assiduously avoiding all media comment on it for the next 48 hours because I don’t want to read how well organised Hibs were or how excellently they kept their shape or maintained their discipline.
Because when clubs can’t get enough fans to buy tickets that was a travesty.
That was a non-effort, at home, that was playing for a point and it would have been an outstanding result had they played for the win and got the draw … but I really don’t want to read praise for another example of why Scottish football is dying on its arse.