Week 16: "Like a man trying to trap a ball while pulling up his trousers"
Landmarks are always worth noting - Edinburgh Castle, The Forth Rail Bridge, those pyramidy things which replaced a Motorola factory near Livingston - but it was goals that caught the historian's eye on Saturday as Motherwell's Scott McDonald notched the 5000th in the SPL during his side's 4-2 win over Falkirk at Fir Park. "This game had everything you could want. Disputed penalties and six goals only hints at the story," waxed Dave Hammond in the Sunday Herald, while Scott Mcdermott of the Sunday Mail thought it was an "incredible game". However, despite six goals, and the presence of the heavy hand of history, it was the referee who Ryan Taylor in The Herald was talking about come the end: match official Craig Thomson "awarded two dubious penalties, displayed the yellow card on 10 occasions and sent a player off in a match that was hardly spiralling out of control," according to a disappointed Taylor. Nevertheless "during the course of a fluctuating encounter, the outcome remained unfathomable until a storming closing quarter," according to Archie McGregor in The Sunday Times, something even the referee couldn't spoil.
There was another late burst of action at Easter Road on Sunday, where it wasn't so much a game of two halves as a game of two-thirds and a third. Celtic came back from two goals down to grab a 2-2 draw with Hibernian, thanks in part to the introduction of Aidean McGeady and Evander Sno late in the game, but the assembled press pooches were in no doubt who set the pace for the first period. Glenn Gibbons in The Scotsman noted a performance from the home side "of such comprehensive authority for the first hour that it was possible to wonder if Celtic had been overcome by a collective somnambulism". The Daily Record's David McCarthy agreed, noting that Hibs "outplayed Scotland's champions for 70 minutes of a torrid encounter at Easter Road, going two goals up and performing with a panache and passion that had the purists purring". Yet, despite their dominance, Hibs couldn't close out the game, a fact Mark Wilson of The Herald credited to the Celtic manager's mastery of the dark art of substitutions: "Gordon Strachan continues to work alchemy via the fourth official's board. His substitutions warped the chemistry of this utterly compelling game." McCarthy also reckoned that while "there was so much to admire in Hibs' performance...it was Celtic's fortitude and sheer bloody-mindedness that will be long remembered". Or for a couple of days.
Form may only be a shanty town in the shadow of Class City's skyscrapers, but Aberdeen continue to hold their own in the 'best of the rest' race at the top of the SPL. Yet, Saturday's 3-0 away win over Dunfermline, despite fuelling the Dons' Champions League dreams, did little to satisfy the watching press hounds. "The Dons didn't have to be truly convincing to triumph," noted Ron McKay in the Sunday Herald, while Richard Wilson in The Sunday Times saw "a tangle of incoherent football, any quality lost amid the straining effort". Worse still, The Herald's Neil Mulligan was forced to endure "a somewhat turgid, staccato afternoon's viewing", where the "protagonists showed plenty endeavour, but quality was kept for the far rarer moments". The nature of the goals did little to appease the situation, with Hugh Keevins in the Daily Record describing them as "the worst case of self-inflicted wounds likely to be seen anywhere this season". Simon Pia in Scotland On Sunday thought Dunfermline "imploded spectacularly" in conceding the first goal in particular, where defender Greg Shields "got into a dreadful fankle, looking like a man trying to trap a ball while pulling up his trousers". Wilson thought "the scoreline was emphatic, but the performance seldom was. It was individual mistakes that separated these two teams, because all three goals came when Dunfermline players lost their concentration and composure." Or their trousers, in one case.
Unfortunately for the poor press mongrels, forced to don their little tartan jackets and leave the sanctuary of the central belt for the wild frontier that is anywhere north of Stirling, there was even less to wag their little, stumpy tails about following Hearts 0-0 draw at Inverness. "Shocking", "dreary" and "miserable" were a few of the stock adjectives used to describe the spectacle, or lack of it, at the Caledonian Stadium. "In the end there was relief when the referee sounded the final whistle. It was poor stuff all round," lamented John Docherty in Scotland On Sunday, in between spins of the barrell of his revolver.
To a bitch, every member of the baying press club thought Rangers' 3-0 home win over Kilmarnock was "comfortable". At least, they could muster an adjective which was more than the curs watching Dundee United's 1-0 win over St. Mirren managed, it being perhaps the most bland game of football ever played. It's a shame no one remembers the 5000th moment of tedium in the SPL. Then again, it happened so long ago.
There was another late burst of action at Easter Road on Sunday, where it wasn't so much a game of two halves as a game of two-thirds and a third. Celtic came back from two goals down to grab a 2-2 draw with Hibernian, thanks in part to the introduction of Aidean McGeady and Evander Sno late in the game, but the assembled press pooches were in no doubt who set the pace for the first period. Glenn Gibbons in The Scotsman noted a performance from the home side "of such comprehensive authority for the first hour that it was possible to wonder if Celtic had been overcome by a collective somnambulism". The Daily Record's David McCarthy agreed, noting that Hibs "outplayed Scotland's champions for 70 minutes of a torrid encounter at Easter Road, going two goals up and performing with a panache and passion that had the purists purring". Yet, despite their dominance, Hibs couldn't close out the game, a fact Mark Wilson of The Herald credited to the Celtic manager's mastery of the dark art of substitutions: "Gordon Strachan continues to work alchemy via the fourth official's board. His substitutions warped the chemistry of this utterly compelling game." McCarthy also reckoned that while "there was so much to admire in Hibs' performance...it was Celtic's fortitude and sheer bloody-mindedness that will be long remembered". Or for a couple of days.
Form may only be a shanty town in the shadow of Class City's skyscrapers, but Aberdeen continue to hold their own in the 'best of the rest' race at the top of the SPL. Yet, Saturday's 3-0 away win over Dunfermline, despite fuelling the Dons' Champions League dreams, did little to satisfy the watching press hounds. "The Dons didn't have to be truly convincing to triumph," noted Ron McKay in the Sunday Herald, while Richard Wilson in The Sunday Times saw "a tangle of incoherent football, any quality lost amid the straining effort". Worse still, The Herald's Neil Mulligan was forced to endure "a somewhat turgid, staccato afternoon's viewing", where the "protagonists showed plenty endeavour, but quality was kept for the far rarer moments". The nature of the goals did little to appease the situation, with Hugh Keevins in the Daily Record describing them as "the worst case of self-inflicted wounds likely to be seen anywhere this season". Simon Pia in Scotland On Sunday thought Dunfermline "imploded spectacularly" in conceding the first goal in particular, where defender Greg Shields "got into a dreadful fankle, looking like a man trying to trap a ball while pulling up his trousers". Wilson thought "the scoreline was emphatic, but the performance seldom was. It was individual mistakes that separated these two teams, because all three goals came when Dunfermline players lost their concentration and composure." Or their trousers, in one case.
Unfortunately for the poor press mongrels, forced to don their little tartan jackets and leave the sanctuary of the central belt for the wild frontier that is anywhere north of Stirling, there was even less to wag their little, stumpy tails about following Hearts 0-0 draw at Inverness. "Shocking", "dreary" and "miserable" were a few of the stock adjectives used to describe the spectacle, or lack of it, at the Caledonian Stadium. "In the end there was relief when the referee sounded the final whistle. It was poor stuff all round," lamented John Docherty in Scotland On Sunday, in between spins of the barrell of his revolver.
To a bitch, every member of the baying press club thought Rangers' 3-0 home win over Kilmarnock was "comfortable". At least, they could muster an adjective which was more than the curs watching Dundee United's 1-0 win over St. Mirren managed, it being perhaps the most bland game of football ever played. It's a shame no one remembers the 5000th moment of tedium in the SPL. Then again, it happened so long ago.
