<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:17:05.882+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing If Not Critical</title><subtitle type='html'>A look at what the press thought of the 2006-07 Scottish Premier League (SPL) season.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-5827494481887090748</id><published>2007-05-21T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T18:47:13.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 38: Fin-tastic!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more...to Pittodrie where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; clinched the final Uefa Cup place, and a money-spinning glamour trip to Tbilisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, with a convincing 2-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fortunately for the Dons, Walter Smith's side seemed to have already settled into the departure lounge ahead of their imminent post-season stateside friendly with the out-of-this-world LA Galaxy. David McCarthy in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record&lt;/span&gt; reckoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt; "Rangers had put their tools away all right but &lt;/span&gt;Aberdeen turned up with their donkey jackets on and their desire to get the job done was always going to outweigh the visitors' on a pulsating afternoon." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Ultimate Football Writer Darryl Broadfoot also thought "Rangers' token motivation ultimately proved insufficient to sustain them against a rabid Aberdeen side", after a "tepid start disguised as a contest that simmered gently before coming to a compelling boil." Did you see that - tepid to simmering to boiling? Fantastic stuff. I'm going to miss it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At Easter Road &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; managed their first win since the discovery of Jupiter's moons, with a 2-1 victory over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt;, in a match dominated by reports of the majesty of Scott Brown, who wasn't so majestic last week but that was before he was an Old Firm player. Elsewhere, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; broke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt;...I felt compelled to do that...with a 1-0 win at Rugby Park, while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; "got savaged" according to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Tom English, by 3 goals to zip by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; at East End Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Elsewhere though, people paid good money in expectation of a decent savaging, but were ultimately disappointed. Frank Gilfeather, who I feel for a great deal as he seems to have witnessed some of the worst games of association football ever recorded, was forced to sit through another dreadful 90 minutes of goalless action at Tannadice featuring the combined 'talents' of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt;, and could only conclude in his report in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herald&lt;/span&gt; that  "in the end everyone was happy to head for the nearest television set to watch the FA Cup final". Its quite quaint that Frank still thinks in terms of television 'sets' which conjures up images of chunky brown boxes with a big dial and three channels, which he probably has, underneath the flying ducks. Either that or a 60-inch Hi-Def Samsung, the other side of the hot-tub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Sadly, Frank wasn't the only one left dissatisfied after the final game of a very, very, very, long, hard campaign that only a blind, and rather simpleminded, mother could love. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Graeme Telfer watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; beat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St Mirren&lt;/span&gt; by a single goal at Love Street before delivering this Beckett-esque pearl, which perhaps sums up the entire SPL season 2006/2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "The bulk of this contest was played to the backdrop of torrential rain and a howling wind that diminished any notion of entertainment to a cruel, schadenfreudic pleasure at seeing professional footballers reduced to thrashing around hopelessly in the maelstrom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Ah, the press pups are hard to please it is true, for they are nothing if not critical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-5827494481887090748?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/5827494481887090748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=5827494481887090748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/5827494481887090748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/5827494481887090748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/05/week-38-fin-tastic.html' title='Week 38: Fin-tastic!!!'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-5594015863136180674</id><published>2007-05-14T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:09:35.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 37: Do Dandy-droids Dream of Electric Sheep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Neil Lennon's latest, but sadly not last, "big adios" to Scottish football took up most of column inches in reports of the penultimate weekend of the season. Apart from proving that the 35-year-old midfielder should perhaps consider a touring career as an insult comic, his almost-farewell gig also provided an example of the ugly, unacceptable divide that permeates the SPL, not just in the West of Scotland but across the entire nation - those journalists with book deals and those without. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Witness the following descriptions of Lennon's performance in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Celtic's&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 defeat of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; at Celtic Park:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1) Martin Hannan in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; and ghostwriter of "Man and Bhoy" the autobiography of Neil Lennon -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Lennon was peerless in his holding midfield role."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2) Darryl Broadfoot in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: verdana;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; ghostwriter of "Man and Bhoy" the autobiography of Neil Lennon - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"It was hardly a vintage display."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Remember it's all about opinions, as listeners to football phone-ins are always reminded, in a vain bid to add some credence to the huge quantities of aural bile swilling around the regional, brackish backwaters of digital radio.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Luckily the sideshow of 90 minutes of football which accompanied Lennon's almost final farewell gave the assembled hacksters something they could come to some sort of agreement on. Patrick Glenn in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Observer&lt;/span&gt; thought it "one of the liveliest games seen in the premierleague in recent months", while the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Natasha Woods noted "an entertaining encounter; the result not certain until the very end." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; St. Mirren's&lt;/span&gt; 3-2 away win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; contained a similarly healthy suspense-to-minute ratio, featuring a suitably impressive rally from the visitors at 2-0 down, and, of course, guaranteed the Buddies another year in "the big-ish show".  Sadly for their supporters, Motherwell are also condemned to another year of SPL football although there might not be that many of them around to watch next season as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record's &lt;/span&gt;Colin Duncan touched on in his report. "Fir Park was littered with seasonticket books at the final whistle," noted Duncan, "as the disgruntled home crowd expressed their disgust at a pitiful collapse by tossing them on to the pitch." Quite a gesture - throwing away your pass at the last home game of the season. As a protest, certainly right up there with Gandhi's best work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Similarly unloved, although well-scarfed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; manager John Collins probably wishes he could throw away his entire goalkeeping staff after another mistake from Hibs No1. Andy McNeil contributed to a 2-0 defeat at Tynecastle to burly city-sharers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt;. In fact the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Alan Campbell reckoned "a whole new defence may be required after this dismal performance", while the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Rob Robertson thought Hibs "were played of the park". &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; also turned in a jaw-droppingly average performance to lose out to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; in a 1-0 anti-thriller at Ibrox, while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; bettered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; 2-0 in a similarly meaningless affair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Paris Hilton may be facing a 45-day spell in the cooler for her crimes against intelligence, but her plight pales in comparison to poor old &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; who now face at least a year before any chance of parole in the Abu Ghraibh of soccer that is the Scottish Football League. The Pars conceded two late goals to lose their match with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; 2-1, but more importantly they gave up their Premier League status as well, just when it seemed they might just do enough to save themselves from the drop. Scott Davie in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotsman&lt;/span&gt; thought Dunfermline "metaphorically mimicked Steve McQueen crashing his motorcycle into the barbed wire just when he looked to be home free", in what was one of the slightly better "Great Escape" references of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Sadly though, there was only one successful breakout at the weekend and he just walked out the door - quite slowly though, despite his little legs going like the clappers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-5594015863136180674?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/5594015863136180674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=5594015863136180674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/5594015863136180674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/5594015863136180674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/05/week-37-do-dandy-droids-dream-of.html' title='Week 37: Do Dandy-droids Dream of Electric Sheep?'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-1578383166947315645</id><published>2007-05-07T09:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T10:25:30.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 36: Vote for the SPL! Independence works!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At a time when Scotland continues to reflect on the inability of her 'leaders' to organise an election, or indeed the proverbial brewery knees-up, it was comforting to note that the staging of decent football matches also appears to be somewhat beyond the borders of her ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness the rather remarkable outpouring of angst by sportswriters following &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 home win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt;, a torrent of reflection not seen since the Buddha decided to pause for a while under a rather shady fig tree. In saying that, at least he got a religion out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"There comes a point in every football supporter's life when they wonder what on earth drives them to bear witness to grown men toiling around a patch of grass," pondered Ryan Taylor in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herald&lt;/span&gt;, the knife only inches from a major artery. Still he can always go round to Darryl's and watch grown men toiling around a patch of matting in a cage, which should be of some comfort. Nevertheless poor Ryan was not alone; an unhappy press pack were lining up to bash what little football was on display. The match inspired &lt;/span&gt;Alan Gallacher of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; to bemoan "season by season a spirit-crushing league formation kept together by greed-fuelled self preservation, with scant, if any, regard given to the paying punter who has to pay hard-earned money to watch this sort of tired, jaded borefest." The game also led the Sunday Herald's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dave Hammond&lt;/span&gt; to put forward an end-of-season theory of his own: "Football does not have to be dull. Even end of season run-outs should contain something of interest. This is, after all - whether you like it or not - part of the entertainment industry."*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I agree with 1) as I have been fortunate enough to see football played anywhere else other than the SPL, and I can confirm that despite warnings circulating to the contrary, it is possible to make three consecutive passes without exploding. As regards 2), how about a seal who can do keepie-uppies with a haddock. Sadly 3) is too weird to even speculate on - imagine Scottish football being 'entertaining'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a country which struggles to put a cross in a box, it was refreshing to see the Polish master of the art, Artur Boruc, make another tit of himself following &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic's&lt;/span&gt; ignominious 2-0 defeat to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; at Ibrox. Sadly Boruc's post-match flag show - now that's entertainment - failed to distract attention from another poor performance from the visitors, and the assembled scribes were in no mood to let a prime opportunity to criticise slip through their slightly mangled and most certainly grubby paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Glenn in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Observer&lt;/span&gt; watched "a defeat that betrayed the Scottish champions' frailties as currently incurable" in "a largely pedestrian and untidy contest", while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;Glenn Gibbons&lt;/span&gt; thought Celtic's "lameness of their resistance to Rangers' ambition dishonoured their status as champions". Phil Gordon in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Independent On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; carried on the shoeing, seeing the performance of Gordon Strachan's side as "a meek and shoddy capitulation to their rivals that will be unacceptable to their fans", and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt; Keith put it in all it's tabloid short-sentenced glory: "This was not just a defeat. This was an embarrassment." Take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of embarassing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; were unable to put any further pressure on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; for a UEFA Cup place following the 1-1 draw between the sides at Tynecastle, while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St Mirren&lt;/span&gt; enhanced the likelihood that they will be playing SPL football next season - lucky them - with a 2-0 away win at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly these games didn't produce any tears unlike &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; at Easter Road.  "How [this] Hibernian side did not win this match is beyond comprehension," wept a disappointed   Richard Moore in Scotland On Sunday. "Seldom can a team have had so much possession, showed so much skill, energy and ideas, only to end up with absolutely nothing." Much like the Scottish Senior Citizens Unity Party then.  Sad times.&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-1578383166947315645?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1578383166947315645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=1578383166947315645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/1578383166947315645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/1578383166947315645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/05/week-36-vote-for-spl-independent-and.html' title='Week 36: Vote for the SPL! Independence works!'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-1452029602080160466</id><published>2007-04-30T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T07:52:33.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 35: Fight for your right to party!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;The SPL title assured, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; staged their title barn dance on Sunday but sadly for the happy hoopers, the biggest bunch of cowboys in Scottish football were due in town and they weren't in the mood to stand at the back quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; confirmed their status as Scottish football's least desirable house guests," reckoned &lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;Stephen Halliday in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotsman&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;/span&gt;as they plundered what may prove to be a highly significant victory from Celtic Park to take the shine off the SPL champions' title celebrations and trophy presentation." The 'Kaunas Krew' are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;obviously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unfamiliar with the right long established by custom that if there's a football party going on, and there's any pooping to be done, then the press have an exclusive monopoly. I believe the entitlement was first mentioned in a letter to King James VI from a privy councillor in 1605: "It being well nown the right to defekait, doth rest sole with the furth estate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene after Hearts' 3-1 win was even enough for the  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt; Keith Jackson to go all Martha Stewart: "Here's a tip. &lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt; Next time you're throwing a party do yourself a favour and remember not to ask Hearts," no doubt throwing the guest lists of East-coast party planners into chaos. The result also set Jackson up for a journey into the sublime as he noted that the "visitors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt; had managed to rain on the parade. In fact, you could say they Pospisiled all over it." You can't learn that, you're either born with it or you're not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;At Easter Road, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; continued their policy of flattering to deceive with another decent performance and another diappointing result - this time a 3-3 draw with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; Mark Guidi in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; thought Hibs "played some lovely stuff and passed Rangers off the park," while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Observer's&lt;/span&gt; Patrick Glenn was transfixed by the " fluidity about Hibs' movement, with players changing positions at will, which often wrong-footed their rather pedestrian opponents." Michael Grant of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; summed the home side up as "vibrant, intoxicating and typically flawed", and Sheriff Tom English of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed "a raucous ol' affair, played at a dizzying pace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the reporters at Easter Road could wag their tails a bit on the way home, as was the case for those who took in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Motherwell's&lt;/span&gt; 3-3 draw with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt;. The game was " a bit of a thriller" according to Alan Campbell in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Martin Hannan enjoyed "a wee belter of a match". Shame it took 35 games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this 'enjoyment' in the SPL, it was with relief that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dundee United's&lt;/span&gt; 1-1 draw with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; was "lacklustre" according to Richard Moore in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen's&lt;/span&gt; 3-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; could barely summon an adjective from the watching scribes. The Dons are playing Hearts next week though - hope they weren't thinking of having a party. Things are looking up though for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt;-based events organisers after the Pars' 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; at Love Street, a result which ensures some interest at the bottom of the table at least in the coming weeks. Who wants to fight for their right to party safe  in the knowledge that no one from Gorgie will be invited? We shall see.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-1452029602080160466?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/1452029602080160466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=1452029602080160466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/1452029602080160466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/1452029602080160466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/04/week-35-fight-for-your-right-to-party.html' title='Week 35: Fight for your right to party!!!'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-5497906717150386010</id><published>2007-04-23T19:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:57:40.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 34: We have a number one (and twos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a weekend that saw 100 million litres of sewage pumped into Scottish waters, we should remember that a similarly toxic effluent has been swilling inside SPL stadiums for most of the season, passing itself off as  a game called 'football'. But I suppose at least the league has a champion at last; a team whose treatment station seems to have  functioned better than most - but not much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chief pumping sensei Shunsuke Nakamura's injury-time free kick gave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; a 2-1 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; at Rugby Park, and the long-overdue SPL title which has been slowly decomposing on the table for weeks.  But not for the first time this season it was a victory dipped in doubt over Celtic's genuine pedigree. Glenn Gibbons in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotsman&lt;/span&gt; thought it was "only the thrilling climax and the celebrations which followed that distinguished this match from most of the others his team have contested in recent times". The title party also prompted Gibbons into a little philosophical enquiry: "It is one of the most notable paradoxes of occasions such as these that a universally recognised inevitability - in this case Celtic's retention of the title - can be accompanied by so much uncertainty." Wisley steering clear of any 'musings', &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Lead Soccer Swami Darryl Broadfoot preferred to linger on the positives noting "the resilience that has characterised the champions' season was in plentiful supply" and "with the smell of freshly-polished silver lingering in the air, Nakamura, inevitably, providing the season's sheen." In fairness, there was a whiff of something else but I won't dwell on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Apart from a finely crafted opening goal, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; put in another suitably noxious performance at Ibrox where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; ran out 2-1 winners. Mark Guidi in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; thought "the Tynecastle men were far too negative and boring to watch," while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Michael Grant noted the traveling support witnessed a "superb opening goal, only for their team to retreat into themselves and barely create another threat". Sadly, apart from Barry Ferguson's acrobatic winner, the home side complimented Hearts lack of flair beautifully. Patrick Glenn in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Observer&lt;/span&gt; saw a surplus of "pedestrianism about much of the home side's play" and "a conspicuous lack of inventiveness in the Rangers midfield". A golden age indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Events at Pittodrie, where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian &lt;/span&gt;drew 2-2, were similarly bereft of artistry, but at least Hibs had the consolation of solid reviews for their youthful line-up. At East End Park, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; gave themselves a chance of staying in the division with a 1-0 win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; and a display that Natasha Woods in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought was an "inspired and impassioned performance". It even led &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Richard Moore to ask "would you rather be a Dunfermline fan or a St Mirren supporter right now?" I believe they ask a similar question to captive individuals in Tennessee which involves choosing between a needle and a chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness&lt;/span&gt;, Alasdair Fraser of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; watched "a disappointing game of football" as the home side beat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; 2-0. Fraser thought the visitors were "lifeless and lacklustre", while Motherwell manager Maurice Malpas felt embarrassed enough by the display to state that "if the youth team played like that they would be dumped". Hopefully not in the Firth of Forth. Bit stinky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-5497906717150386010?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/5497906717150386010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/5497906717150386010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/04/week-34-number-one-and-twos.html' title='Week 34: We have a number one (and twos)'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-5026166078334279965</id><published>2007-04-09T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T14:28:13.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 33: Krummier v. Krummier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The country is divided once more. Upstairs - downstairs. Haves - have nots. The rubbish - the rubbisher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But at least  in week 33, in the last burp of egalitarianism in the SPL before the league splits, all 12 teams were focussed, united and committed to a final collective display...of mediocrity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "For long periods this match was a synopsis of everything that has been wrong with a low-key SPL campaign," muttered the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Guardian's&lt;/span&gt; Patrick Glenn, after a particularly harrowing 90 minutes, where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; squirmed past &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; for a 1-0 win at Love Street. According to poor Patrick, whose Easter weekend was further ruined by a Sunday visit to Celtic Park - "a largely tedious thirty-third outing of the season" - St. Mirren were "untidy and bereft of class" while "woefully short of spark in the final third". Qualities which should stand them in good stead for next season should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; fail to catch their basement buddies in the next five games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The Pars certainly made their cause more attainable with a 1-0 win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; at East End Park, while fellow bottom-sixers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; shared the points in a largely unremarkable 1-1 draw at the Caledonian Stadium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; All this talk of the the 'split' may have inspired &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen's&lt;/span&gt; Lee Miller to give his rear cheeks an outing after the Dons' 4-2 home defeat to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt;, an act which the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Frank Gilfeather referred to as an "epilogue", although perhaps not in the Herman Melville tradition. At least Ewan Smith in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; had a good afternoon, labelling it "one of the most watchable games of the season" although it wasn't clear if this was applicable to the game as a whole or just the final flourish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; At Tynecastle, where thankfully all arses were kept hidden from view, with the exception of [insert name here...take your pick] of course, Richard Moore of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; noted the Hearts "supporters had spent much of the afternoon in various states of puzzlement, anger and indignation" which is what they pay the £20 for after all. Nevertheless the home fans 'enjoyed' a 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; which Rob Robertson of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought was "scrappy" and "ill deserved", unlike Jose Goncalves' red card which was another sublime refutation of Hearts' reputation as less of a football team and more of a mob in shorts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; As touched on earlier, events were no happier at Celtic Park where the champions elect took another agonising step towards the title with a subdued 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt;. Hugh Keevins in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; witnessed a display from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic &lt;/span&gt;which was "dire and fell well beneath what should be an acceptable level of performance", while the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michael Grant thought Gordon Strachan's side were "pedestrian and unconvincing in victory". As for poor Patrick Glenn, he could only note the "general blandness" of proceedings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; At least, thanks to the split,  Patrick and the rest of us have 'meaningful' games to look forward to in the final weeks of the season. Pity they're not in the SPL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-5026166078334279965?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/5026166078334279965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=5026166078334279965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/5026166078334279965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/5026166078334279965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/04/week-33-krummier-v-krummier.html' title='Week 33: Krummier v. Krummier'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-7316234191371147710</id><published>2007-04-02T21:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:24:32.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 32: Sacre Boo !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Le Gaffer' may have ended his sorry winter tale some months ago - pursued by a Govan bear or two - but the spirit of the Paul Le Guen era, or lack of it,  returned to Ibrox on Saturday as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; blundered their way to a 1-1 draw with 10-man &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "For the first time since Walter Smith returned to Ibrox, the sound of boos could be heard echoing around this famous old stadium as Rangers fans expressed their frustration at an insipid performance more akin to the sort turned in during the troubled tenure of Paul Le Guen," noted Natasha Woods in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt;. The boos probably reminded Walter of the last time he was manager at Ibrox, before he exited stage right - pursued by a Govan bear or two. Nevertheless, The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail's&lt;/span&gt; Euan McLean also reported "a performance straight from the bad old days under Paul Le Guen", as opposed to the good old days under Alex McLeish and Dick Advocaat, who  both left, history tells us, pursued by a bear or two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As for praise for Inverness, &lt;span&gt;Darryl Broadfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Chief Football Inspector, wasn't quite Shakespearean but he did go a bit medieval, in his eulogy to the honed mediocrity pedalled by the visitors: "Trapped in the pitiful, pointless dungeon of the bottom six, the Highlanders overcame their condemned status to inflict more untimely misery on another Rangers manager." Who would have thought that the phrase "pitiful, pointless dungeon" would ever  feature in a report on  football? Then again, it seems quite apt for the SPL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Celtic's&lt;/span&gt; claim to be the biggest bad boy in the open prison that is the top six was futher disputed by a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; side who scored late to share the points in a 1-1 draw at Tannadice. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt;  Michael Grant thought Gordon Strachan's side "fluffed their lines again", in what is proving to be a tedious final act for Celtic, but Patrick Glenn in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Observer&lt;/span&gt; reckoned  "the combination of United's spirit - complemented by forceful football - and their opponents' awkwardness on the pitch brought a contest that was precariously balanced and relentlessly intriguing." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Slightly less intriguing was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen's&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 away win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt;, where "for an alarmingly large portion of this encounter, the prospect of winning the half-time draw prize of a McDonald Brothers CD was the most promising on the immediate horizon," according to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Richard Winton. Sadly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Falkirk's&lt;/span&gt; 2-0 home win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St Mirren&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motherwell's&lt;/span&gt; victory over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; at Fir Park, by the same scoreline, didn't even have that in their favour - not even a Chico single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; In the 'showpiece' game on Sunday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; shylocked their way to a 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; in a game that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herald's&lt;/span&gt;  Hugh MacDonald reckoned was "a series of fouls sometimes interrupted by a football match", although in fairness the interruptions were kept to a minimum. Nevertheless, Stuart Bathgate of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman&lt;/span&gt; saw enough of something to come up with this pseudo-philosophical musing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "Some old bloke with a crown on his head proved long ago that you cannot turn the tide, but Hearts proved something for themselves yesterday: that the contrasting fortunes of football teams are not akin to forces of nature, and that with diligence and desire it is possible to prevent what others may have regarded as inevitable."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Or maybe it just proved that it is possible to run a circus of a football team and get a bit lucky now and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered," said the Bard - submarines obviously included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-7316234191371147710?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/7316234191371147710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=7316234191371147710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/7316234191371147710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/7316234191371147710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/04/week-32-boos-crews.html' title='Week 32: Sacre Boo !!!'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-8672637200875069798</id><published>2007-03-19T19:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:19:13.852Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 31: Red Barmy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In September 1938, Neville Chamberlain arrived back from Hitler's Germany declaring "peace in our time". Sadly, within a year, the Charlie Chaplin impersonator got itchy feet, moseyed into Poland, and the British Prime Minister's comments were shown to be as misjudged as the Guildford Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet Neville's display of naivety was nothing compared to Michael Hart's optimistic outburst before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen's&lt;/span&gt; trip to face &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers &lt;/span&gt;at Ibrox, where the Aberdeen defender labeled everything red as superior to it's blue equivalent - defenders, wingers, strikers and Trotsky included. Rangers' subsequent 3-0 humping of the Dons, courtesy of a Kris Boyd trinity, must have come of a bit of a disappointment to Hart, but not to the waspish West Of Scotland press swarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail's&lt;/span&gt; Mark Guidi took special, brutish delight in describing how Rangers "rammed those words down Hart's throat", while Iain King in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sun&lt;/span&gt; engaged in a gastronomically based-asphyxiation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="norm12"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;metaphor, reporting that "within half an hour on Saturday Hart was choking on humble pie". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Evening Times'&lt;/span&gt; Darrell King decided against too much originality by noting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the result left Hart "eating a massive slice of humble pie", which is certainly preferable to having it forcibly inserted close to a windpipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing back from the baying mob was Michael Grant in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; who thought "it was a wretched day for Aberdeen given that they arrived hopeful of a first victory at Ibrox in 15-and-a-half years and left bedraggled and beaten," but failed to mention baked goods, either real or figurative, which was to his credit. Sadly, someone receiving even less credit than the pie-stuffers was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Andrew Smith who took a trademark dump in the brackish waters of the River Trite, reckoning the result secured the "runners-up berth that gives access to the Champions League qualifiers. Yesterday, though, they were an ocean apart. Abject defending drowned the visitors. It allowed Boyd to float on to the 24-goal mark..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Someone else pedaling the same old 'yada yada yada' this weekend was Hearts coach Stephen Frail who was put in charge of excuse production after &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hearts'&lt;/span&gt; capitulation at home to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt;, who fired four goals without reply. "We have a group of players who sit and talk and eat together - but all in their nationalities, and it's wrong," said Frail. "We have eight or nine Lithuanians who all sit together; the Scottish guys, young or old, sit together; and then we've a table of Europeans. If you don't talk to your team-mates, will you go out on the pitch and die for them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bigger table is obviously the answer. Mike Aitken of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotsman&lt;/span&gt;, obviously ignorant of the difficulties in seating arrangements at the club, thought the home side put in a "travesty of a performance...lacking any collective passion for the cause, a combination of inept tactics and shoddy individual performances produced an embarrassing collapse."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Celtic&lt;/span&gt; may not be collapsing as such, but Gordon Strachan's side appear to be wobbling for the first time in a while.  Back-to-back defeats in the SPL, the latest  a 1-0 away loss to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt;, mean that the Championship party has had to be pushed back another week. At the Falkirk Stadium on Sunday, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt; Hugh Keevins watched "a Celtic side who have turned a procession towards the championship into an anti-climax on the back of their own ineptitude" - and you wonder why he's not popular - while the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotsman's&lt;/span&gt; Stuart Bathgate at least gave the home side some credit for the win, citing the Falkirk's refusal "to let [Celtic] settle into their rhythm". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; After 31 games, it was about time that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; found a little rhythm of their own a little and their 3-1 away win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; has at least made the SPL relegation, backstreet cockfight a little less predictable. "Dunfermline won a priceless victory because they rolled up their sleeves and performed," reckoned Alasdair Fraser in Scotland On Sunday, an example Michael Hart and Aberdeen could do well to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-8672637200875069798?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/8672637200875069798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=8672637200875069798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/8672637200875069798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/8672637200875069798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/03/week-31-red-barmy.html' title='Week 31: Red Barmy'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-7311259244404013964</id><published>2007-03-12T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:07:46.264Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 30: Are we nearly there yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If hard work and honest application were all that mattered in football then the SPL would be unanimously held as the greatest league in the world. Sadly, the rest of the planet have these dangerous ideas about 'skill' and 'technique' which cloud the issue somewhat. Nevertheless, it was a vintage weekend for graft, where some of the country's best workers busied themselves to perfection, in a manner which would have made Stalin weep with pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Consider the quality of grinding in the SPL showpiece that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers'&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; at Parkhead. "This had all the aesthetic and artistic merit of the Ultimate Fighting Championships," reckoned the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Darryl Broadfoot, before watering down his shrewd observation with the ambiguous "but was equally engaging."  The fact that, in his own words, the Herald's Grand Vizier Football Writer is 'engaged' by the Ultimate Fighting Championships is surely a cause for concern for everyone, not least Mrs Vizier, if the two are not mutually exclusive. "El Gran Classico it was not", added Darryl more sensibly, in reference to Barcelona's 3-3 draw with Real Madrid on Saturday, where I'm told there were reports of more than three successful passes in-a-row. Difficult to believe I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; If the Old Firm derby was as uncultured as ever, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Motherwell's&lt;/span&gt; 1-1 draw with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United &lt;/span&gt;at Tannadice harked back to a time when barking at the moon was a sign of refinement. "The closing 20 minutes was reminiscent of a city street at kicking-out time, all menace and compromised movements, punctuated with the odd threat of violence," said Richard Winton in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herald&lt;/span&gt;, sounding a little scared.  Ewan Smith in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; agreed that "technique and class may have been missing" from the match, but then arrested his decent into common sense by admitting the dubious spectacle was "sheer, unadulterated entertainment". Later that night Ewan took his Xbox 360 over to Darryl's house where they watched a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="l"&gt; DVD featuring greased-up Americans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;sadomasochistically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; booting each other, before a couple of games of 'Call Of Duty 3'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Unbelievable as it may seem, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline's&lt;/span&gt; 0-0 draw at home with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; didn't break ranks with the rest of the weekend's SPL programme. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Observer's&lt;/span&gt; Patrick Glenn noted there was "rarely any shortage of frantic endeavour" and witnessed "the kind of thumping 'skills' that recall the old line about the ball having to be rushed to hospital. At times at East End Park, the joke threatened to come true." Indeed, the game was so bereft of quality that Stewart Fisher in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; wagered that "among neutrals watching...it might have been a popular suggestion that both [teams] should be relegated." I wouldn't dismiss it out of hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Kilmarnock's&lt;/span&gt; 3-2 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; at Rugby Park, and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Hibernian'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; 2-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt;, were notable to the extent that the press pack didn't spend their time trying to come up with novel ways of expressing indifference, a quality which aptly described their attitude to the greater part of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; at Pittodrie. Frank Gilfeather in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herald&lt;/span&gt;, who appears to have been fated by the football gods to watch endless games of crap football, reckoned  it "was a miserable 90 minutes where skill was replaced by determination and diligence". But then - and I'd sit down for this - "out of the darkness came a shining light in the shape of a magnificent opening goal," according to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail's&lt;/span&gt; Gordon Waddell, just to prove that miracles do happen. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Michael Grant saw it too: "There was just one, fleeting moment of beauty at Pittodrie and Aberdeen made so much of it it gave them the most delicious of victories. Steve Lovell's early winner was so well crafted it shone like a diamond on a slagheap." Thankfully, the moment passed without imitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-7311259244404013964?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/7311259244404013964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=7311259244404013964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/7311259244404013964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/7311259244404013964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/03/week-30-are-we-nearly-there-yet.html' title='Week 30: Are we nearly there yet?'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-4927092129115649200</id><published>2007-03-07T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T20:29:22.915Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 29: Ice Cold Italics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Celtic's 9000 point-lead in the league may be good news for the hoopsters, but the lack of competition in the SPL has absorbed the press pack's creative juices like a sheet of Bounty kitchen roll - just one sheet mind. Were it not for the oasis on the horizon that is Celtic's trip to Milan, I'm sure most of the word-poopers would gladly lie let their paws fall from the keyboard, lie down, roll over to expose their saggy tummies and bark 'adios'. Sadly, no one can be bothered anymore, and the writing is as featureless as the Sahara. What's more, some of the journos seem to be suffering from severe episodes of tedium-induced delirium. Consider the case of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Moira Gordon, who watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen's&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 away win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt;, and then treated readers to the following automotive odyssey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"For once this week, Jimmy Calderwood was relieved to pick up three points on his travels. Penalised for speeding, he received a six month ban earlier this week but that won't stop the Aberdeen boss trying to steer his players towards European qualification. While never really motoring in this one, the result keeps them in the driving seat for third place in the league and means that there is still hope they can overtake Rangers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Moira's trite-o-meter obviously needs new batteries, but at least it was something to talk about - more than can be said for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts'&lt;/span&gt; 2-0 grind over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; by the same scoreline. Similarly, the most exciting thing written about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock's&lt;/span&gt; win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; at Love Street was that it was a "largely uneventful encounter" according to John Docherty in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Frank Gilfeather gave a similar downbeat precis  of  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT's&lt;/span&gt; win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt;, tagging it a "less than impressive game". Interestingly, following Inverness' harsh Cup exit at the hands of Celtic last week, Alasdair Fraser of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; thought  the 1-0 victory "went some way towards redressing the imbalance in the universe", vindicating Buddhists everywhere, and allowing them to let out a collective sigh of relief, no doubt slowly ...and ... with... mind..ful... ness...of...brea...thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SPL life is indeed suffering, and if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; follow the weekend's 2-1 home win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; with a quick exit from the Champions League in Milan, then the press pack might as well gather up their egos, their favourite squeaky toys and enough papoose to get them through the summer. Their primitive metaphor machines could certainly do with a MOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-4927092129115649200?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/4927092129115649200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=4927092129115649200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/4927092129115649200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/4927092129115649200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/03/week-29-ice-cold-italics.html' title='Week 29: Ice Cold Italics'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-3045821307388635570</id><published>2007-02-19T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-19T20:48:26.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 28: Eat the pitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Many excuses for the poverty of the banal sideshow that is the SPL have been led out, shamelessly whored and then  left to rot by the side of the pitch until needed again the following fortnight. However, none of then, until Sunday's 'match' between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; at Tannadice, actually ate the pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad day when the football is so bad that even the local crane flies turn against you, but after the anti-spectacle that was the 0-0 draw between the sides, you can certainly sympathise with their motivation. &lt;span&gt;"The daddy longlegs infestation that has been the talk of Tayside in recent days proved more interesting than what was on offer on a Tannadice playing surface ravaged by the larvae of those insects," commented a frustrated Frank Gilfeather in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herald&lt;/span&gt; before going on to use the word "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;etymologists" in his report -  no doubt a first for football reporting although you never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotsman's&lt;/span&gt; Alan Pattullo thought the surface "perfect for planting potatoes" which could probably earn United a  lot more money, and plaudits, in the long term. Who knows, in a couple of years, they could branch out into organic asparagus and the chairman could sell them in his shops - morning, noon, and...early afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; must also be considering alternative revenue streams given their proximity to black hole of Scottish football that is the First Division, the commercial production of some kind of goat's cheese maybe, but at least the Pars managed a goal in Saturday's 1-1 draw with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt;- their first since John the Baptist headed the winner in that 1-0 win over Nazareth Galaxy. Sadly, barely a worthwhile word was written about the match, as was the case with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Motherwell's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 home win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rangers'&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 victory over &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt;, probably because all the poisoned pens were at Tynecastle where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; scraped a 1-1 draw with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match itself was largely ignored in reports with the press puppies preferring to dwell on the zoological predeliction of Vladimir Romanov, and his respect for their work. After serving trays of bananas and nuts to the assembled &lt;strike&gt;mob&lt;/strike&gt; poets, not realising that they only eat raw papoose,  the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Alan Campbell speculated that Romanov "may or may not have heard a song by the Monkees being played over the tannoy, another oh-so-funny dig at the media, who he regards as inhabiting the safari park." He then added, rather chillingly - "we'll see who has the last laugh." Vladimir will, clearly, although the on-field performance of his team of goons was more Hale &amp; Pace, than Ricky Gervais. "The bananas and nuts were rather tasty, the Hearts performance certainly wasn't," said Barry Anderson of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evening News&lt;/span&gt;, in between mouthfuls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully there were no nuts at Pittodrie on Saturday, bar the 16, 711 people that turned up to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic's&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt;. "Gordon Strachan's side could hardly have wished for a more comfortable outing, " said Glenn Gibbons in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotsman&lt;/span&gt;, while the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt; Gordon Parks watched "as clear a case of minimal-fuss point gathering as you can get". Last word to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Michael Grant: "It is hard to believe this championship is still technically active given that Celtic broke the back of it about four months ago and have been effortlessly freewheeling towards their coronation ever since."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem that only something of biblical proportions can stop the champions from defending their title in the next few weeks - a plague of daddy-long legs might not be enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-3045821307388635570?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/3045821307388635570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=3045821307388635570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/3045821307388635570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/3045821307388635570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/02/week-28-eat-pitch.html' title='Week 28: Eat the pitch!'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-2625072036681288027</id><published>2007-02-12T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:21:33.235Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 27: Don't be stupid, be a smarty. Come and join the SPL party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the beggars opera that is the SPL, the spotlight may shine brightest on Celtic's grand dame, but the press pack have long hankered for the more-attractive, younger understudy that is Hibernian's ingenue. How sad then when the show comes to town and on the biggest stage the country can offer, the starlet sings like a badger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This latest renewal of a fixture that is widely regarded as one of the most enthralling on the calendar generally failed to justify its reputation," howled a disappointed Patrick Glenn in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Observer&lt;/span&gt; after watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; grind to to a 1-0 home win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hibs&lt;/span&gt;. "Those who followed Hibernian would be at least mildly shocked by the abnormally cautious play of their team," added Glenn before stating that "Hibs' intention to place the emphasis on containment was obvious." "Gone was the Easter Road side's instantly recognisable adventurousness, camouflaged by a conservativeness which brought an unfamiliar tone," mused Glenn Gibbons in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotsman&lt;/span&gt;, while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Darryl Broadfoot &lt;span&gt;reckoned "amid great expectations, the aesthetic masterclass failed to materialise." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt; Hugh Keevins thought "Celtic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;could be summed up in the two words" and, surprisingly, those words didn't rhyme with 'butter dish'. Rather, "grit and determination...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;could be patented and adopted as the club's official motto" according to Keevins, although the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Michael Grant had two different words on his mind to sum up Celtic's form - "unspectacular" and "patchy". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt; If Hibernian's tenors are a little throaty, then &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falkirk's&lt;/span&gt; seem to have succumbed to severe laryngitis. &lt;/span&gt;Dave Hammond of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; watched a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; victory against a Falkirk side who are beginning to look like a team in crisis", in  match which was at times both "wind-lashed" and "sleep-inducing". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Mail's&lt;/span&gt; Ewan Smith noted a "lack of creativity, cohesion and class" in the game, which was agonisingly similar to the press poops'  reaction to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; at Love Street which was described by one unfortunate watcher as "football in its rawest form". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sadly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers'&lt;/span&gt; 3-1 win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; at Rugby Park was equally as undercooked, with referee Dougie MacDonald taking centre-stage in a lifeless production. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fare at Pittodrie was, if not sirloin, thankfully not tartare, and at least the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; public had a home win to warm their frostbitten limbs, in between emergency amputations. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail's&lt;/span&gt; Gordon Waddell watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the Dons&lt;/span&gt; "overcome abysmal conditions, and an almost-as-abysmal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt;" to record a 3-0 win, which Richard Moore in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; put down to the "effectiveness and effervescence of their strikers", making Darren Mackie and Steve Lovell the footballing equivalent of Alka Seltzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; supporters will probably need to plink-plonk a couple of tablets themselves as it's getting late at  Vladimir's party, the music has stopped and the mood is turning a little nasty. Hearts may have squeezed past &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; by a single goal, but the win didn't impress the assembled press pawers. "Anyone unfortunate enough to be at Tynecastle on Saturday saw football at its dullest and most unimaginative," moaned Colin Duncan in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record&lt;/span&gt;. "This was football the Lithuanian way - bland and boring."  Or the SPL way perhaps. Still events in Gorgie have reached the level of tragicomedy, and an expensive one at that - a fact which hasn't escaped the attention of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman's&lt;/span&gt; Mike Aitken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"What's most alarming, of course, is the high cost of this low standard," lamented Aitken. "With last week's accounts revealing debts of £28million and player wages of £10m a year, it defies all logic that Hearts should lack quality in so many positions. The news the club want to increase borrowings to £40m only adds to the sense of unease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"All of which turned this onlooker's thoughts to Mel Brooks's comic musical, The Producers. The conceit of the show is that a producer would make more money with a huge flop than a big hit. The way things are going at Tynecastle, Max Bialystock should be on the board."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Springtime for Hearts is a long way away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-2625072036681288027?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/2625072036681288027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=2625072036681288027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/2625072036681288027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/2625072036681288027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/02/week-28-dont-be-stupid-be-smarty-come.html' title='Week 27: Don&apos;t be stupid, be a smarty. Come and join the SPL party!'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-117010840912389351</id><published>2007-01-29T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:13:39.970Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 26: Footie and the beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"So what on earth is the next move of a man who appears to be hell bent on systematically dismantling one of our country's greatest sporting institutions?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Relax. Liz McColgan is safe. Rather &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt; Keith Jackson was referring to chief ruddershifter Vladimir Romanov and his fiddling with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Heart of Midlothian FC&lt;/span&gt;, which is certainly an institution of sorts these days.  Certainly Keith wasn't impressed by Hearts' physical, but unambitious approach in Saturday's 0-0 draw with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; at Ibrox, or the dropping of Craig Gordon and Paul Hartley for reasons of 'football business'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "[Hearts] are now playing like one of those Lithuanian sides which grub around the lower reaches of European football," reckoned Jackson, "and sometimes wash up on these very shores but never manage to make an impression." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Unlike BMW motorbikes of course which I believe are very popular. I digress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "You know the sort," continued Keith, "...teams rippling with burly six-footers whose only purpose is to be functional and stubborn. Soulless groups of men who operate without flair and who seem devoid of any kind of character or individuality."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At least the 'Rock Steady' stewards now have some competition. Still, the fluroescent jackets had even less to do than usual during what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Darryl Broadfoot called "a mongrel of a match", and what Stephen Halliday of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman&lt;/span&gt; labelled "a match high on endeavour but low on creative quality". But it was Michael Grant of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; who, as ever, saw the big picture: "On a day when they dropped back a position to fourth in the table, something more significant was lost. The prospect of Romanov creating a credible challenge to Celtic and Rangers seemed as hollow and remote as ever." But what about a 24-hour Gorgie Asda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; have just  completed their own supermarket sweep, but they couldn't brush off the challenge of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday; the Dons winning 2-0 at Love Street. The pick of the reporting from Paisley centred on descriptions of the inadequacies of St. Mirren's  centre-halves  who  are so old their fathers were 'hunter gatherers'.  "The longevity of Andy Millen and Kevin McGowne - both still playing regularly aged 41 and 37 respectively - is commendable but the ageing process seems to be finally taking its toll on the pair," noted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Graeme Telfer.  "At times it was like watching two pensioners exhaustedly chasing their grandsons around the back garden." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Alan Gallacher thought the home side fielded a "backline slower on the turn than UHT milk", but, perhaps more amusingly, asked: "Aberdeen for the Champions League? It might sound ludicrous, but in a world where Eddie Murphy could conceivably win an Oscar ahead of Martin Scorsese, absolutely anything seems surreally plausible and rational." Aberdeen are the 'Eddie Murphy' of Scottish football. Who would have thought it? Right enough, I'm not sure if that's "Trading Places" vintage Murphy or "Big Momma's House". Probably the latter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Talking of the 'Beverly Hills Cop', everyone remembers the scene with the bananas and the exhaust pipe, so it is with thanks to Providence that there wasn't any soft fruit around at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; Stadium after the home side's 2-0 defeat to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt;, or goodness knows where it would have ended up had 'Bad Lieutenant' John Hughes got his hands on it. James Porteus of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald&lt;/span&gt; reported that Falkirk manager "Hughes' fearsome post-match beasting of his players was overheard by all...Even opposite number Jim Jefferies, in the middle of his press conference, seemed to shuffle nervously." Crikey. Note the word "beasting". I'll say it again, this time with emphahsis - "BEASTING". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sadly, the poor paying public who rolled up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United's&lt;/span&gt; 0-0 draw with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; at Tannadice would probably have welcomed a bit of "beasting", such was the poverty of the spectacle offered for their 'enjoyment'. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;This&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;should have come with a government health warning," moaned Frank Gilfeather in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt;, watching his 234th poor game of the week,  but the fare on show at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday wasn't much better although at least there were some goals in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic's&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 win over the home side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The press poops know that Celtic are the masters of the low-key win, but they normally expect a little bit more from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt;, who won 2-0 over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt;, but without their usual panache. Barry Johnston of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Times&lt;/span&gt; thought it "probably, the least attractive 90 minutes of football likely to be contested at Easter Road this season," while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Mail's&lt;/span&gt; Euan McLean blamed the the "drudgery" on a  "painfully defensive Motherwell outfit". McLean also thought "in a dire opening of misplaced passes and few chances, you'd have forgiven the freeloading punter looking down on the action from the balcony of his penthouse behind the East Stand for shutting his curtains." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He forgets John Hughes was busy at Falkirk. Otherwise.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-117010840912389351?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/117010840912389351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=117010840912389351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/117010840912389351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/117010840912389351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/01/week-26-footie-and-beast.html' title='Week 26: Footie and the beast'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116951726169842086</id><published>2007-01-23T01:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-23T01:59:03.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 25: Rated 12A: Contains mild comic football</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Who says there's no glamour in the SPL? Certainly not the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotsman's&lt;/span&gt; Alan Pattullo who went all Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer after 90 minutes in Scotland's answer to Hollywood, the place where dreams come true, otherwise known as The Caledonian Stadium in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness&lt;/span&gt;. Savour every syllable of this A-list blockbuster describing Caley's 3-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt;, which brought a small tear to my eye such was its beauty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"In the manner of Indiana Jones gunning down the sword-wielding assailant who had attempted to dazzle him with sword-artistry, Inverness stood back and admired an opening spell of possession football from Hibs. Then, like swashbuckling archaeologist Jones, they produced a dismissive retort, one which consisted of three decisive blows." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; A large rolling boulder then chased the players down the tunnel where, sadly, Scott Brown was betrayed by an amoral ball-boy guide from Bonar Bridge and was crushed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Also mangled at the weekend were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; who were victims to a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; side who re-discovered their goalscoring ways in a 5-1 win at Celtic Park. Despite the scoreline, the press poodles were divided in their assessment of the home side's performance. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Michael Grant felt "a sense of a reawakening at Celtic" and "a stirring from players who had seemed to be dormant", whereas Phil Gordon in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Independent On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; thought the "scoreline flattered Celtic, and the lack of edge is noticeable around Parkhead just now". Interestingly, the pooches couldn't restrain themselves from drifting to the visit of AC Milan to Parkhead, despite it being nearly a month away. The poor things, having to suffer 90 minutes of SPL kitchen-sink when 'La Dolce Vita' beckons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Alas, the mangy curs are not nearly as aroused by the prospect of  Hapoel Tel-Aviv's visit to Ibrox next month and who can blame them as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; may have got rid of the subtitles, but they are still a straight-to-dvd offering. Adjectives like "organised" and "workmanlike" were bandied about to describe Walter Smith's side's 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; at East End Park, which roughly translated from the journalese means 'they were pretty poor but won and at least that French guy's gone. God save the Queen.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; If the action at Dunfermline was as prosaic as an Owen Wilson comedy, at least it was better than the footballing equivalent of "Deuce Bigalow: European Gigalo" at Rugby Park, where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; grinded out a 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt;. A despondent Ron McKay in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; reckoned the "sour, bitter and swirling wind, aided by bouts of incompetence by the players, produced as dismal and tortured a first half as you could imagine," while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the Daily Record's  David McCarthy battled the desire to cut his own leg off for for the sake of some entertainment as he "watched&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt; possibly the worst first half in the SPL this season...&lt;/span&gt;To say it was awful would be an understatement." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; However, there was certainly nothing understated in the scene of the day at Tynecastle where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;beat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1-0. Roman Bednar scored the goal, but the real star of the show was his strike partner, Andrius Velicka, who collapsed so emphatically when confronted by Falkirk's Darren Barr, that even Jim Carrey would have considered it a little OTT.  &lt;font&gt;Mike Aitken of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; reckoned Velicka should be "brought to book for a con worthy of a cameo in the next Ocean's Eleven sequel". Sadly, it's more likely to be "K-11: The Hunt for Ocean Terminal". Vladimir Romanov to direct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116951726169842086?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116951726169842086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116951726169842086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116951726169842086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116951726169842086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/01/week-25-rated-12a-contains-mild-comic.html' title='Week 25: Rated 12A: Contains mild comic football'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116898247235971480</id><published>2007-01-16T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:29:35.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 24: Sunshine on a  rainy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Makes my soul, makes my soul drip, drip, drip away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was a grim afternoon all round, with the ground, and the wasteland which surrounds it, one of the most exposed parts of central Scotland and therefore subject to a full assault from the driving rain and strong, swirling wind." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You could probably do a couple of lengths in the pool of tears left by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's &lt;/span&gt;Richard Moore who is no doubt still recovering from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt;, which he also, and rather unsurprisingly, described as "a terrible game of football". Alan Gow's late winner gave the home side all three points, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; James Porteous was so moved by the plight of all 22 of the players who had to suffer in the "farcical" conditions, that he felt "a point each would probably have been fair reward, if only to compensate for the misery of having to run about for an hour and a half in the soaking gloom." Note the key quotes from this paragraph: grim, wasteland, assault, misery, and gloom. Somehow I don't think La Liga match reports read like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; It will have been of little consolation to those at Falkirk that  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen's &lt;/span&gt;1-1  draw with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; at Pittodrie, was probably even more depressing. "Some games instantly restore your faith in football while others leave you wondering what's become of the beautiful game," moaned the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt; Euan MacArthur before throwing himself into the North Sea in an attempt to  collide with an oil platform. Certainly there was little doubt which 'McArthur' category this game fitted into. Two late goals provided the action which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times'&lt;/span&gt; Rodger Baillie reckoned "lit up this game like a beacon, and how badly it needed such illumination to save the numbed spectators losing the will to live." Much like a nation of readers then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But there was the odd flare of decent football which lit up the grey skies of the weekend's football, such as at Ibrox where the pitch may have resembled a "ploughing field", "marsh" or "porridge", but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; delivered an improved performance to overwhelm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; 5-0. "Throughout the Rangers ranks there was industry and urgency, there was a desire to play at a tempo several notches higher than before and a ruthlessness in front of goal that brought them by far and away their most thumping victory of the season," swooned Tom English in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, as Walter Smith began his second spell in charge of Rangers with more fireworks than Rangers fans have seen in a while, albeit cheap ones, from a shop that mainly sells crisps, without much genuine luminosity. Better still,  after watching his side deliver a feast of goals, Smith washed it down with glass of wine while confirming his obvious greatness to the press pups after the game, much to the their delight, and that of their already enlarged livers.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; It was less Bordeaux and more Cava at Rugby Park on Monday, where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; showed "sparkling verve" to beat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; 2-0 according to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Mark Wilson, who also watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic's&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday where Gordon Strachan's side were able, rather chillingly, "to savour the sweet sensation of vengeance" over  their hosts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Sadly for all concerned, the people of Paisley were deprived of savouring a football fiesta as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;St. Mirren's&lt;/span&gt; home squabble with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; fell victim to the weather. Compared to the rest of the country, Providence smiled on East Renfrewshire for once, even if the sun didn't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116898247235971480?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116898247235971480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116898247235971480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116898247235971480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116898247235971480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/01/week-24-sunshine-on-rainy-day.html' title='Week 24: Sunshine on a  rainy day'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116808761839845819</id><published>2007-01-06T12:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T12:55:43.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 23: The Dark Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "It is better to be feared than loved," said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Barry Ferguson&lt;/strike&gt;  Niccolo Machiavelli, although even that chronicler of 15th century Florentine intrigue would have been  appalled at the carnage that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers'&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; at Fir Park. Graham  Speirs in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="theFirstParagraph"&gt; thought it was "an explosive and eventful match could have gone either way", while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Independent's&lt;/span&gt; Nick Harris reckoned Rangers "snatched an undeserved win in a helter-skelter game of controversy, punch-ups and red cards". Stuart Darroch in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Times&lt;/span&gt; labelled the 90 minutes "an old fashioned Scottish stramash", where "21 players proceeded to push, pull and lash out at each other in what resembled a end-of-night pub fight". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sun's&lt;/span&gt; Iain King, who no doubt will enage in the ancient Hindu practice of Sati and throw himself on Barry's funeral pyre, reckoned it was  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="norm12"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;an afternoon of ill-tempered drama" where Rangers manager Paul Le Guen  "stood accused of ripping the heart out of Rangers", for his decision to drop poor, little, I would eat my own foot for the badge, Barry Ferguson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman's&lt;/span&gt; Glenn Gibbons decided that "if there had been excitement, it had been of the intriguing, rather than the thrilling, variety." Machiavelli would have appreciated that at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Elsewhere, there was a glimmer of interest for the hacks at Easter Road where the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotsman's&lt;/span&gt; Stuart Bathgate watched "by no means the most uneventful of goalless draws" as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; shared the points. Bathgate thought Hibs "made enough chances to win the game several times over"; a view shared by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; James Porteus who could not beleive the how the home side had "&lt;span class="theFirstParagraph"&gt;failed to beat a flu and injury-hit Aberdeen side despite dominating completely". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sadly, the other matches aroused little interest from the wordfumblers. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; continued their war against competition in the SPL by beating &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; 2-0 at Celtic Park, in what was clearly a low-key affair, as was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts'&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 away win over a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; side who continue to languish in the dark corners of the league, and now racked up seven-and-a-half hours of SPL football without a goal. Thankfully there was no such scarcity at Tannadice where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; feasted on the previously on-form  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dundee United &lt;/span&gt;in a 5-1 win, while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; outmuscled  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; in a 2-1 victory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116808761839845819?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116808761839845819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116808761839845819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116808761839845819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116808761839845819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/01/week-23-dark-prince.html' title='Week 23: The Dark Prince'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116765521789286094</id><published>2007-01-01T12:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T12:45:09.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 22: Legion Donner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Much has been made of the rogue submarine that is Hearts FC, but it is Das &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; who continue to sink further, seemingly without a rudder, into the murky depths of the 'Sea of Inadequacy' after Paul Le Guen's 'side' were held to a 1-1 draw with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; at Ibrox. Naturally, the press pooches were showing off their yellowing, slightly rotten teeth and were all too willing to put the boot in. "Being out-played for long stretches by an injury-hit St Mirren side playing with only one player up front is not something a team with title-hopes should suffer, so it's just as well Rangers have long-since shelved this aspiration," mocked Alan Pattullo in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Darryl Broadfoot reckoned Rangers' performance&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; "against a sprightly St Mirren re-emphasised a chronic lack of heart, courage and character within [the] squad", &lt;/span&gt;while Gavin Berry of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; watched "yet another dismal domestic display" and an "inept performance" from the home side. However, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times' &lt;/span&gt;Simon Buckland who summed up matters with a flourish: "No turning of the corner for Rangers, just a few more steps down what is increasingly looking like the wrong road. When Her Majesty has finished touching the sword on Sir David Murray’s shoulders, the Rangers chairman might need to ask whether he can borrow it for Paul Le Guen to fall on. The New Year honours at Ibrox went to St Mirren."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  With Rangers adrift and without much air in their tanks, you would think that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; would be cruising on the gentle current of success, but Gordon Strachan's side continue to be as convincing as Sean Connery's accent in 'The Hunt for Red October' after another poor showing in their 1-1 draw with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; at Fir Park. Rodger Baillie in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; thought Celtic "were dreadful for long spells", and "they can’t hide the problems at the back and front of their side right now". Glenn Gibbons in the Scotsman agreed, noting "the Parkhead side's current tendency towards pedestrianism, carelessness and general lifelessness suggests only forthcoming danger and possible ignominy." Scary stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Talking of ignominy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; manager John Collins borrowed the Queen's sword to give goalkeeper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Zbigniew Malkowski the chop for his side's 2-0  win over&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; at Easter Road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Disappointingly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Darren Johnstone in the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; seemed to be using his Boxing Day template when he noted "if this had been a boxing contest, the match would have been over long before referee Iain Brines blew the final whistle. But Dunfermline were not the only ones to be left on the ropes." Darren &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;was also moved enough to note "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the difference between a side challenging for the chance to play Champions League football and one fighting for SPL survival was so vast you almost felt pity for the visitors as their endeavour proved fruitless." Sadly, there was a similar lack of fruit about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock's&lt;/span&gt; goalless draw at Tynecastle. Ron McKay in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought "with better final balls and more accurate striking it could have swung either way but, in truth, neither team deserved to win", while the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotsman's&lt;/span&gt; Mike Aitken reckoned "there was enough endeavour and enthusiasm evident in this performance from Hearts to add weight to the conviction that better times are around the corner for the Tynecastle club in 2007." Can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Elsewhere &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; continued their recent remarkable, almost Faustian, progress with a 3-1 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; at Tannadice and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; got the better of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; in a 3-1 home win. Both of these matches inspired absolutely no worthwhile comment. If only, it could always be so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116765521789286094?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116765521789286094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116765521789286094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116765521789286094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116765521789286094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2007/01/week-22-legion-donner.html' title='Week 22: Legion Donner'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116738749125167920</id><published>2006-12-29T10:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T12:05:04.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 21: There is no great genius without a tincture of madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So soon? Yes, sadly there's no rest for the wicked during the SPL's Christmas bileathon of games, although judging by some of the copy slopped out by sportswriters over the period, many could do with a rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Step forward, everyone's favourite wordhumper, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Times'&lt;/span&gt; Phil Gordon, who watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; come back from two goals down to draw with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; at Celtic Park. Let's consider his opening in full: "Shunsuke Nakamura might resemble a flyweight, but the little man from Japan went the distance yesterday to summon up a sublime goal that helped Celtic to come off the ropes and kept his side’s unbeaten home record intact." A boxing metaphor on Boxing Day is bad enough, but take away the hackneyed 'went the distance' and 'against the ropes' crap and you're still left with a big bucket of journalistic poo. Sadly, Nakamura, according to FIFA's web site is 5'10 and 69kg, meaning that if he ever was to the rather rash step of climbing into a boxing ring, it would be at the Super Welterweight division with the likes of Oscar De La Hoya. In fact, when has Nakamura ever, even slightly, resembled a 'little man' or a 'flyweight'? Later in his report, Gordon also refers to the Japanese international as "elfin" which is about the oddest adjective used to descibe a footballer, ever. Thankfully Gordon Strachan made no reference to small, magical creatures when describing Nakamura's contribution to the game, but he did label him as &lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;"a genius, a true genius", as opposed to those pretend geniuses like Phil 'Tolkien' Gordon. &lt;/span&gt; Glenn Gibbons in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman&lt;/span&gt; gave a more candid view of the home side's overall showing: "Celtic gave an engrossing demonstration of a precious propensity for escaping undefeated from matches in which they have played for only a fraction of the 90 minutes," said Gibbons, without recourse to crap analogies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talking of waste, and its lazy live-in lover, space,  Filip Sebo put in another anodyne showing in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers'&lt;/span&gt; latest humiliation on their travels, as Paul Le Guen's side lost 2-1 away to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;The game was "a gruesome reminder of Rangers' dreadful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;deficiencies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; and their "masochistic propensity" according to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Darryl Broadfoot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;while  Alan Pattullo of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thought the performance "supplied vivid evidence of [Rangers'] frailties". Frank Gilfeather in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Times&lt;/span&gt;, who appears to go to more football games than can be healthy, thought the win was "no more than the home side deserved as they had dominated much of a game that drifted away from Rangers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another team drifting away is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; who lost 2-0 at home to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; on Wednesday, and appear to be losing their chance of surviving in the SPL. &lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;"The Fifers were a sad bunch to watch," lamented &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Ryan Taylor. "They ran out of ideas until all that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;remained was disconnected individualism," continued Samuel Beckett, although curiously Kevin McCarra used the same '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;disconnected individualism' phrase in a piece in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guardian&lt;/span&gt; about Manchester United last week. Only possible conclusion: great minds alike do think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;Another great mind in the SPL is undoubtedly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian's&lt;/span&gt; Dean Shiels, who after scoring a penalty to level matters in Hib's eventual 3-2 defeat to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; at Tynecastle, decided to celebrate by flooring Hearts goalkeeper Craig Gordon in one of the  most bizarre moments seen on a football pitch this year, not including the debut of that minotaur who played for St. Mirren. Barry Anderson in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edinburgh Evening News&lt;/span&gt; thought it was a "moment of insanity"; &lt;/span&gt; Barry Johnston in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Times&lt;/span&gt; tagged it as "an incomprehensible barge"; but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt; Gary Ralston showed his caring side and stood up for Sheils, believing it to be "an incident that owed as much to emotional over-exuberance at netting in front of his own support and chasing the ball for a quick re-start as it did to any pre-meditated malice." Nevertheless it was all part of the fun which Mike Aitken in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotsman&lt;/span&gt; thought was "a breathless, ferociously competitive Edinburgh derby", and Ralston reckoned "was one of the most absorbing games ever held between [the teams]", because, of course, he has been to every one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the best adjective I could find to describe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St Mirren's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 home win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; was "gritty", but there was certainly more entertainment in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt;, where the home side beat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; 3-1. &lt;/span&gt; Scott Davie from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman&lt;/span&gt; watched "an all-round dazzling display from the home side", while the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt; Euan McArthur reported that "the Dons dismantled lacklustre Killie in some style". Man of the match was Dons debutant Chris Maguire, who Aberdeen assistant manager Jimmy Nicoll reckoned after the game is the most talented young player he has ever worked with. Whether he can become a "true genius", only time and a move to League One as a free agent willl tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116738749125167920?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116738749125167920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116738749125167920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116738749125167920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116738749125167920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/12/week-21-there-is-no-great-genius.html' title='Week 21: There is no great genius without a tincture of madness'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116704137227990490</id><published>2006-12-25T09:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-25T10:17:05.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 20: The season of goodwill...and headbutts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Pantomimes and comedy performances are, of course, a given at this time of year. It is even a cliche to talk in such terms when reviewing football on the run in to Christmas." Hang on a minute, what's this? At first glance, it looks like a member of the Scottish football press engagng in some critical reflection; a desire to fashion their work in original terms; a rare doggy paddle in the little-known pool of lucidity. That's it then. The end. My work here is done. Saddle up the horses Pedro, we're movi...No, hold the ponies,  the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Dave Hammond had something else to say about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT's&lt;/span&gt; 0-0 draw at East End Park. Let's start again. "Pantomimes and comedy performances are, of course, a given at this time of year. It is even a cliche to talk in such terms when reviewing football on the run in to Christmas but rarely could a referee at this level have contributed so completely to a staged farce." Pedro!!! Put that tent down, we're not going anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And why would we, when we could savour the  meaty juices of  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers' &lt;/span&gt; 2-1 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; at Pittodrie which Michael Grant of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought was a "pulsating throwback of a clash, worthy of the compelling history between this pair". However, much like a Sunday morning spent reading reports of football matches, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Observer's&lt;/span&gt; Patrick Glenn felt it was a "90 minutes that produced only short passages of inventiveness and penetration", while Gordon Waddell in the Sunday Mail reckoned that "not for the first time [Aberdeen] let a Pittodrie full-house down when it mattered most." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Gary Sutherland probably summed up the  game best, if with a hint of unnecessary violence: "It was not the case that Rangers were vastly superior on a wintry blue north-east day, but they had succeeded in sticking the knife in - then twisting it - long before the first half was over." Ouch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; There was also a bit of pain for Neil Lennon in the closing minutes of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; at Celtic Park, as the half-man, half-fox hybrid snarled his way to a red card, after being accused of diving, which is quite amusing in itself. Still, the press pack weren't that bothered about the 'headbutt' or, more accurately, the 'headrub', but Lennon's throwing of the captain's armband as he left the field seems to have irked them a lot more as they charged the event with symbolism, which in reality, it simply didn't have. The best quote about the Celtic captain's little strop came from Natasha Woods in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; who thought the incident would come "at a significant cost to his dignity and reputation". Even Pedro thought that one was funny. Strangely, most of the press noted that Kenny Miller's penalty miss, and his failure to score in 11 consecutive appearances for the Hula boys, equalled Harald Brattbakk's disasterous run in 1998. What a bizarre statistic, and odder still that almost every press poochie rolled it out like they had come up with it themselves.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Elsewhere, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; were "comprehensively derailed by John Collins's Easter Road express" according to trainspotter Mike J Wilson in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, as Hibernian romped to a 5-1 win at Easter Road. Wilson also seems to have spent a part ofthe game swooning over the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; manager, who he thought was "looking lean, professional and polished on the touchline". Tasty. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; grabbed a rare 2-1 away win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; at Rugby Park, a game Ron McKay of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; summed up as "a grim and thrawn encounter", 'thrawn' meaning misshapen or crooked for those of you not schooled in the Scots language, which is probably everyone, apart from Ron McKay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Finally,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Le Cirque des Hearts,&lt;/span&gt; edged  a 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; at Tannadice. What do you buy the megliomaniac who has everything this Christmas? Hopefully a one-way ticket home. Merry Christmas everyone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116704137227990490?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116704137227990490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116704137227990490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116704137227990490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116704137227990490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/12/week-20-season-of-goodwilland.html' title='Week 20: The season of goodwill...and headbutts'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116648220605335833</id><published>2006-12-18T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:50:06.190Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 19: Don't knock it 'til you've sighed it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Anyone whose passion in life is to knock the SPL should have been at the Caledonian Stadium on Saturday," said the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt; Euan McArthur after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock's&lt;/span&gt; 4-3 win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt;, obviously unaware that the capacity is a mere 6,000. Anyway, why should they have bothered, was there an SPL knocking conference on? Were they giving out free 'The SPL is less entertaining than ebola' mousemats? Did Euan see effiges of SPL chairman Lex Gold burned as the rioting traditionalists chanted "Foot-ball league! Foot-ball league". Sadly, it seems that he simply, and relatively uniquely for football viewers north of Buchanan Galleries, saw a decent game of football. "More games like this would surely see fans flocking back to grounds around the country over the festive period," continued McArthur, obviously feverish, but Alasdair Fraser of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; was similarly aroused by the game, dubbing it "crazy, breathless stuff, thrilling to the finish". No one was in any doubt either, that the home side merited at least a point for their efforts. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail's&lt;/span&gt; David Rinaldi thought "defeat was harsh on Charlie Christie's Caley as they deserved more than just plaudits from a game in which back-to-form [Stephen] Naismith proved the difference."  Neil White in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; agreed that the visitors made the best of their opportunities: "Finding themselves still in the game at its midway point, Kilmarnock improved in the second half and converted almost every chance they created to win this match," said White, probably in a state of shock that he had not had to use the word "dull" in a report from Inverness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The anti-SPL hardcore would have been better advised to head for Love Street to have their beliefs reinforced following a minimalist performance from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; in their 0-0 draw.  "This was doomwatch in December," said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times'&lt;/span&gt; Rodger Baillie, obviously a keynote speaker at the above-mentioned SPL trashing conference. "Unless either club can lift themselves from this dismal showing neither of them deserve to stay in the top flight," continued Baillie. "They both failed to show the urgency to shake themselves out of a lethargy and the fans who turned up on a miserable afternoon deserved better." "&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;The gloomy, sodden conditions, in fact, were the perfect backdrop to what was a wretched afternoon of football," lamented &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Graeme Telfer in similar fashion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="theFirstParagraph"&gt;"While it rained goals at various other SPL locations throughout the country on Saturday, in Paisley it simply rained. And rained. And rained." But that's what football in Scotland should be about; underachievement, drizzle and for the connoisseur, both at once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="theFirstParagraph"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="theFirstParagraph"&gt; Sadly for the SPL haters at Fir Park, &lt;/span&gt;Archie McGregor noted in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt;, that &lt;span class="theFirstParagraph"&gt;the "&lt;/span&gt;numerous incidences of unconvincing defending always hinted that this was going to be anything but a dull afternoon". &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dundee United's&lt;/span&gt; 3-2 win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; "was all a bit messy" according to MacGregor, but certainly not as gruesome as the bloody cull going on at Tynecastle these days. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; merited few words that actually related to the match itself - altough Patrick Glenn in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Observer&lt;/span&gt; did describe it magnificently as "a monument to blandness and pedestrianism" which no doubt  warmed many a fanatic's heart - with most of the press comments aimed singularly at the folly of the Romanov regime, and the latest court martial summoned to chastise Paul Hartley. "The circus never never ends," pined Michael Grant in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt;, although it probably will when Stewart Milne Homes buy the 'big top' sometime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Talking of freak shows, both noggins of the SPL's two-headed monster shared the spoils in a 1-1 draw at Ibrox on Sunday.  Nick Harris in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Independent&lt;/span&gt; reckoned it was "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; who really should have won, and they had multiple chances to do so. A combination of woeful finishing and an excellent afternoon's work by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic's&lt;/span&gt; keeper, Artur Boruc, meant instead that the points were shared."  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Graham Speirs agreed, &lt;span class="theFirstParagraph"&gt;noting that "Le Guen's team were well worth their point in an absorbing Old Firm derby which scarcely relented in pace and passion. Speirs had special praise - unlike his French manager - for one Rangers player in parfticular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;"In Barry Ferguson, Le Guen once again had an immense captain, a man of vision and determination," said Speirs, making him sound a little too much like Martin Luther King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; At least the news fudgers manged to get through the weekend without resorting to trite seasonal metaphors, apart that is from serial offender Andrew Smith of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, who watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; beat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 and then provided the journalistic equivalent of a Christmas hits CD played on a cheap ghetto blaster: "Perhaps 'tis the season, but the contest served up at the Falkirk Stadium yesterday was ding-dong, merrily entertained, and could have ended on a high for either side. If the gloria in excelsis was being offered up by home manager John Hughes at full-time..." Pssssh...Run, quickly, while you still have a chance. I hear the Eredivisie  is looking for people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="theFirstParagraph"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116648220605335833?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116648220605335833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116648220605335833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116648220605335833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116648220605335833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/12/week-19-dont-knock-it-til-youve-sighed.html' title='Week 19: Don&apos;t knock it &apos;til you&apos;ve sighed it'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116587486238269944</id><published>2006-12-11T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:07:42.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 18: Enjoy the game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The press wolves had their Christmas dinner a few weeks early on Saturday, as the horrible hounds feasted on the sorry carcass of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; who lost 3-0 to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; at Ibrox. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Graham Speirs watched, with twisted delight, as the home side &lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;"tore Hibs limb from limb", while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;"amid Rangers' relentlessness, Hibs were wide-eyed and traumatised". &lt;/span&gt; Patrick Glenn in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Observer&lt;/span&gt; dug further into the Charles Manson book of football writing, seeing Hibs as fostering "the look of sacrificial lambs, utterly passive as Rangers began to cut them up". Unsurpirisngly, given the bloody spectacle in front of them, "a&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; erstwhile bleak and morose Rangers faithful were transfixed", according to Speirs, who also noted, disappointingly for a man of his upbringing, that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; "Paul Le Guen's team finally caught fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;" - a phrase as tired as a Rangers corner-kick routine. Michael Grant in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt;, eschewed the 'Jack the Ripper' sensibility, and thought the game showcased "&lt;/span&gt;the enlightened pass and move football which Le Guen's arrival seemed to promise from the outset...built on the sort of aggressive pressing play in midfield which reduced the much-vaunted Hibs midfield to bystanders." Nevertheless, it was a brief moment of sanity among the madness, clearing the stage for Douglas Alexander of the Sunday Times to deliver the weekend's 'coup de grace': "Barry Ferguson, full of swagger, simply ran his side over the top of Hibs’ midfield like a tank commander confronted by a flimsy fence." Oh Douglas, how I've missed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Talking of tracks, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United's&lt;/span&gt; recent upturn in fortune - evidenced by their 3-1 home win over&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - is essentially down to a change in musical direction according to more than one press poop. "Since switching their theme music to local band The View’s hit Superstar Tradesman, Craig Levein’s Dundee United have been refurbished from a derelict group of rogue traders into a team of skilled artisans," said Robert Thomson in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt;, while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Graeme Telfer note&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;d that "while the indie scallywags may have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;played some part in this winter renaissance, hats off to Craig Levein, too", which was terribly generous of him. Inverness, quite clearly suffering in the SPL because of Runrig's limited output these days, were outplayed "&lt;/span&gt;in virtually every department" according to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Dave Hammond. Nevertheless, there is clearly no crisis at the club despite six games without a win for Charlie Christie's side: &lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;"I don't think it's time to push the panic button," said ICT's Barry Wilson reassuringly, his finger hovering over the panic button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; Celtic's Aiden McGeady should probably check the batteries in his panic alarm, following Neil Lennon's 'constructive criticism' of his defending in the post-match shakedown of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic's&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; at East End Park. For most observers, the Celtic captain's 'tough love' was the colourful highlight of an otherwise tedious game. &lt;/span&gt; Mark Wilson of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; watched "a startling finale to what had been a mostly dreich affair amid the gloom of early winter in Fife," while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman's&lt;/span&gt; Glenn Gibbons saw it as an "&lt;/span&gt;incendiary ending to a very bland occasion". In the red corner, Gibbons noted that "Lennon is as powerful as an electro-magnet in the matter of drawing controversy within his scope", while in the blue corner, Wilson reckoned the "&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;slight figure of McGeady is...becoming adept at lifting Celtic out of potentially awkward situations". Naturally, the combination of the two was, well...quite funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; supporters certainly weren't laughing at Rugby Park on Saturday as their side were held to a 1-1 draw by a  smash and grab display from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="theFirstParagraph"&gt;"Gus MacPherson, the Love Street manager, had the look of a footballing Fagan afterwards, having just picked the pocket of Jim Jefferies, his Kilmarnock counterpart," commented &lt;/span&gt; Martin Greig in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald&lt;/span&gt;, obviously gearing himself up for a full Christmas Carol metaphor explosion in the coming weeks. Allan Gallacher in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; agreed with Greig, albeit in a Dickensian-free style, that "MacPherson's men probably didn't deserve to leave Ayrshire with a share of the spoils, having been bombarded by their hosts", although thankfully not by Barry Ferguson's tank. &lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; may not have a Sherman as such but their 2CV is certainly sporting a particularly robust roof rack, following another home victory - this time a 2-1 win over&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; at Pittodrie, their fifth in-a-row at home. "The Red Machine is not exactly in full flow but it's purring along nicely thank you," confirmed Anthony Haggerty in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record&lt;/span&gt;. Nevertheless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the general feeling was that Falkirk were unlucky not to take at least a point from the match, with Mike J Wilson of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; singling the visitors' Trinidadian playmaker out for individual praise: "Falkirk's Russell Latapy gave a virtuoso display of intelligent midfield play, prompting, probing, dinking and dancing," said Wilson, although obviously it was a mere warmup to the prompting, probing, drinking and dancing to follow in the evening. Sadly, Haggerty also noted that only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="linkout-replaced"&gt;"a disappointing 10,600 hardy souls braved the Baltic conditions and the driving wind and rain to see Aberdeen make heavy weather of defeating the Bairns", which was perhaps not that disappointing given the "Baltic conditions and the driving wind and rain". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="add-linkout"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Ah the Baltic, whose icy depths only one man in the SPL knows like the back of his bony, shell-like claw. "The cure might be painful, but at least we have the diagnosis. Enjoy the game" said evil Dr. Vladenstein, in his most chilling voice, before his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; monster ravished &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; 4-1 at Tynecastle on Saturday. Most of the press tinklings largely ignored the match in favour of some prolonged headshaking over the Steven Pressley 'diagnosis', although it was touching that Barry Anderson in the Edinburgh Evening News felt that Hearts are experiencing "a minor renaissance on the field right now". Sadly, Tynecastle is in the dark ages in every other respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116587486238269944?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116587486238269944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116587486238269944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116587486238269944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116587486238269944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/12/week-18-enjoy-game.html' title='Week 18: Enjoy the game'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116527129191383594</id><published>2006-12-04T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:07:40.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 17: Homo Vulpe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="add-linkout"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="theFirstParagraph"&gt;"I read it, ripped it up and put it in the bin," said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; manager John Collins after his side's 2-1 win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; at Easter Road. Sadly he wasn't referring to '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oranje and Blue&lt;/span&gt;: The Artur Numan Story' by, wait for it, Artur Numan with The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail's&lt;/span&gt; resident fingerpointer Mark Guidi; an ideal Christmas gift for blue (and oranje) noses who already have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sans"&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;: The Life and Times of Barry Ferguson' or '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;: The Filip Sebo Story'.  Rather, the Hibs boss was alluding to the transfer request of &lt;strike&gt;David Copperfield&lt;/strike&gt; Scott Brown which was served, no doubt cold, after a game in which Hibs claimed all three points despite the best efforts of the visitors. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Andrew Smith &lt;/span&gt;thought "the Easter Road side were second best for long spells against a revitalised United", who in turn "were aggressive, snapping into tackles with real vim and vigour" and who "backed up their appetite with finesse". Scott McDermott in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; felt that "Craig Levein's rejuvenated Dundee United were on top and they deserved at least a point," but the result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; showed Hibs "could grind out a result without the fancy stuff".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gordon Strachan also has a book out at the moment - thankfully titled "My Life in Football" to ease the plight of a confused book-buying public - which should include a chapter titled "Inspired Substitutions and How to Make Them", such is the Celtic manager's ability to change the course of a game with the flash of a 4th official's electronic board. Maciej Zurawski was the benchwarmer who made all the difference against &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celtic's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 home win, though in truth  most of the  plaudits went to  the bookless Artur  Boruc who managed a last-minute save from Russell Anderson's header that was described variously as "stunning", "astonishing", "magnificent", "world class", "breathtaking" and best of all, "miraculous". Unfortunately the game itself was a bit like Neil Lennon's recently-released opus, 'Neil Lennon: Man and Bhoy'; "stodgy" according to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Darryl Broadfoot. Personally, I would have called it 'Neil Lennon: Man and Fox' in tribute to his time at Leicester City, and the imagination of CS Lewis and his creation Mr Timnus, in the Chronicles of Narnia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someone probably wishing he could climb into a magical wardrobe, or at least befriend a large self-effacing lion, is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; manager Paul Le Guen who watched his side lose yet again, this time 1-0 at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt;. Luckily for Le Guen, Graham Speirs was seated in one of the 'playstands' and so the Frenchman had the consolation of enjoying some sports writing  'a la carte' in contrast to the offal served up by his football team. &lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; "Given the appalling conditions, of arctic wind and rain, it was a significant tribute to Falkirk that they managed to play as creatively and artfully as they did while going forward," said Speirs in a moment of plain-speaking madness. "The home side played with sophistication in parts." However, if you really want to know what separates the pedigrees from the mongrels in the football-writing pound then suck the marrow out of this bone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;Rangers' "football lacks what a chef might perhaps call 'a true consistency'," said Speirs befoe adding that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;Le Guen ought to be "crimson with embarrassment at such a feeble campaign". Regardez! Any other mortal would have said "red with embarassment" but Speirs is not one of us. His Michelin-starred quill goes for 'crimson', the colour of Nelson's blood as it slipped gently on to Victory's straining oak. Alternatively, &lt;/span&gt;David McCarthy in the crimson-topped &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record&lt;/span&gt; thought "Rangers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;arrived with no balls, no heart, no fight. And left with no points", which summed up matters just as well.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was also a pudendal aspect - take that Speirs - about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Motherwell's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 away win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness&lt;/span&gt;. "The strange thing about this league is it is so tight that a couple of wins can make you look like World Cup Willies," said Motherwell manager Maurice Malpas using a turn of phrase which became outdated in autumn 1966. (Incidentally my favourite mascot was Naranjito, the World Cup orange, perhaps the only piece of fruit to ever represent a major sports event.) Sadly the match was an impotent affair which induced the now customary outpouring of angst from the Caledonian Stadium, with a disheartened press pack thinking of the three-hour drive back to the central belt. "Dire", "dismal", "gruesome" and "woeful" were a few of the adjectives used to describe the 90 minutes but Archie McGregor in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; probably summed it up best: "For those who like the minimalist approach, this game was a joy. Motherwell scored with an 88th-minute Richie Foran penalty and took the three points. Unfortunately for the rest, who might be looking for something more — drama, excitement, unpredictability — the match had nothing else in the way of redeeming features." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Archie should have taken in the game at Rugby Park - 'damn you sports editors!' - where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock's&lt;/span&gt; 5-1 romp over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; started with five goals in the first 27 minutes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Martin Hannan, incidentally co-faun of 'Neil Lennon: Man and Fox",  thought "the portents were there for a dire midwinter match. It just shows you that you should never underestimate football's capacity to surprise and entertain the public, especially when the magic ingredient of goals galore is brought to the party," said Hannan with a small tear in his eye. But what about when the magic ingredient is a beast with the little, pale, hairless legs of a former Northern Ireland international midfielder and the top-half of a nocturnal, carnivorious canine. I'd even go to Inverness to see that.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sadly, even that would not be as  freakish as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt;  who drew  2-2 at Love Street and merit no comment whatsoever, with apologies to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116527129191383594?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116527129191383594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116527129191383594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116527129191383594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116527129191383594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/12/week-17-homo-vulpe.html' title='Week 17: Homo Vulpe'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116463359760165726</id><published>2006-11-27T13:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:28:21.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 16: "Like a man trying to trap a ball while pulling up his trousers"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell's&lt;/span&gt; Scott McDonald notched the 5000th in the SPL during  his side's 4-2 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt;, while Scott Mcdermott of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; was talking about come the end: match official Craig Thomson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; "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.  &lt;/span&gt;Nevertheless "during the course of a fluctuating encounter, the outcome remained unfathomable until a storming closing quarter," according to  Archie McGregor in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt;, something even the referee couldn't spoil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   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. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic &lt;/span&gt;came back from two goals down to grab a 2-2 draw with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt;, 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.  &lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;Glenn Gibbons in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald&lt;/span&gt; credited to the Celtic manager's mastery of the dark art of substitutions: &lt;span class="theFirstParagraph"&gt;"Gordon Strachan continues to work alchemy via the fourth official's board. His substitutions warped the chemistry of this utterly compelling game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;." 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Form may only be a shanty town in the shadow of Class City's skyscrapers, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt;, 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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt;, while Richard Wilson in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; saw "a tangle of incoherent football, any quality lost amid the straining effort". Worse still, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Neil Mulligan was forced to endure &lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;"a somewhat turgid, staccato afternoon's viewing", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;Hugh Keevins in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record&lt;/span&gt; describing them as "the worst case of self-inflicted wounds likely to be seen anywhere this season". Simon Pia in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; 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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; 0-0 draw at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness&lt;/span&gt;. "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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, in between spins of the barrell of his revolver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; To a  bitch, every member of the baying press club thought &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rangers'&lt;/span&gt; 3-0 home win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; was "comfortable". At least, they could muster an adjective which was more than the curs watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dundee United's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116463359760165726?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116463359760165726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116463359760165726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116463359760165726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116463359760165726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/11/week-16-like-man-trying-to-trap-ball.html' title='Week 16: &quot;Like a man trying to trap a ball while pulling up his trousers&quot;'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116405747027430678</id><published>2006-11-20T20:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T08:16:02.790Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 15: Bullseye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cue the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"THERE are times when football is just brilliant and it's these occasions which remind us why we sit in the cold for two hours on a Saturday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This could be a Coca-Cola advert. But go on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"It's why you travel the length of the country to watch your team, who then lose. It's why you go again the next week even after a shocking game with no goals, no shots, nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Crikey, no shots! Nevermind. Tell us more, Neil Cameron of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record&lt;/span&gt;. I'm digging the sincerity and waiting for the payoff. Where did you have this epiphany?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Saturday at Rugby Park was one of those brilliant occasions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh well , you've ruined it now...Still, at least darts legend Bobby George wasn't there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"At half-time, we caught sight of darts legend Bobby George, who had switched on the Christmas lights in Kilwinning. I'm not making any of this up - the day just kept getting better." &lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;I'm not making any of this stuff up either. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock's&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; and a glimpse of the 'King of Darts'. Neil, you might as well crucify yourself on one of Kilwinning's illuminated Santas, as it's all downhill from there to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;...Tynecastle on Sunday, where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; beat &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; 1-0, but both sides decided to forego the 'foot' and 'ball' part of the game, and chose just to launch the ball as far as they could at every opportunty, in between fouls and general grumpiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;span class="linkout-replaced"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"If this was a battle to decide the best of the rest, Scottish football may be in bigger trouble than we realised," lamented Keith Jackson in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record&lt;/span&gt;. "So poor was the fare at Tynecastle the thought occurred it might be time to ask UEFA to cut our quota of Champions League places to just the one." If only it could be true. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Graeme Speirs watched a "&lt;span class="theFirstParagraph"&gt;gruelling battle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; in an atmosphere which was "rancid". I'm surprised he didn't go for "poohy". Stinky stuff nonetheless, much like Hearts' play which Speirs thought demonstrated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;"zeal without containing any true finesse". Rangers were half-a-teaspoonful better, and it was their &lt;/span&gt;"determination not to lose that allowed them to overcome a rival that seems hell-bent on self destruction," according to Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; were also determined not to lose at on Saturday, but taking points off &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; in the SPL at the moment  is like taking candy from the Fort Knox branch of Thorntons. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt; Hugh Keevins thought Celtic's 3-0 win "flattered them" and was not "an accurate reflection" of the game; a point  also made by  Patrick Glenn in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Observer&lt;/span&gt;  who noted that Gordon Strachan's side "encountered serious and lasting difficulty in asserting themselves". But Celtic's apparent reluctance to commit themselves fully to the game was due to Tuesday's impending visit of Manchester United according to Michael Grant in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt;: "The sense of Celtic saving themselves for United was palpable among the players especially during the first half and around Parkhead in general all afternoon," said Grant, already sweaty at the prospect of Champions League drama and the chance to use his best metaphors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; haven't had the distraction of European football for a while now, or any particularly good metaphors, but Jimmy Calderwood's side may have a UEFA Cup 3rd round qualifier in Poland to look forward to if they continue to record results like their 2-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; at Pittodrie. According to Alan Gallacher in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; Aberdeen "controlled huge portions of the play" and "continue quietly to impress with their attacking style". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Frank Gilfeather noted "buoyancy from the men in red, their quick-fire passing presenting the visitors with more problems than they could handle". However, Gavin Berry in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; was more concise in his assessment: "a dreadful game".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That certainly was Mike J Wilson's assessment of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline's&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 home win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; in Scotland on Sunday; a game charcaterised by "missed passes" and "poor control". Rob Robertson in the The Herald&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thought Dunfermline "sneaked a victory they scarcely deserved" and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;"the Tannadice outfit only failed to win because of their inability to create decent chances." On the other hand, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt; Anthony Haggerty thought new Pars manager Stephen Kenny was the reason for the win &lt;/span&gt;as the former Derry City boss "fired his boys up with a rousing half-time team talk and came up with the masterstroke of changing their formation from 4-4-2 to 4-4-3".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Elsewhere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hibernian's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 6-1 win over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; at Fir Park certainly wasn't dreadful, and moreover it sent the press pups into a frenzy of excitment, not seen since the advent of Bonio™. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Gary Ralston watched a "stunning Hibs performance that will not be bettered by any side in the SPL this season", while Andrew Smith in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; saw an "all-singing, all-dancing victory to which [John Collins'] side positively sashayed". The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sunday Mail's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; David Rinaldi thought Collins' "green machine clicked into top gear in a stunning display", and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;James Morgan in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald&lt;/span&gt; reckoned "the victory was founded on a first 45 minutes which Collins himself described as 'the most impressive half of football he has ever seen'. It was hard to find a flaw in his assertion." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But was Bobby George there? I think not.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116405747027430678?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116405747027430678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116405747027430678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116405747027430678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116405747027430678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/11/week-15-bullseye.html' title='Week 15: Bullseye!'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116333123482636706</id><published>2006-11-12T11:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:58:55.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 14: Good Journalism = Fact / (Interpretation - Triteness)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; have wrestled with the tag of under-achievement in recent years but yesterday's 2-1 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; at Pittodrie moved the Dons into joint-second place in the SPL...or third really, but let's not let the logic of mathematics, nurtured by centuries of wisdom in the ancient world, get in the way of a potential Champions League place for Jimmy Calderwood's side. "The Dons buzzed with enthusiasm from the start," said an enthusiastic Frank Gilfeather in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt;, who also noted that the home side "dominated a tough, uncompromising game". Alan Gallacher in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; thought Aberdeen "played well and, when it mattered most, dug deep to bag the points", and reckoned "the prospect of the Pittodrie faithful digging out their passports for a foreign campaign are as good as they have been for a while." Y viva Azerbaijan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Rangers&lt;/span&gt; are already revelling in Uefa Cup 'glamour' but their dismal domestic season took a turn for the better following a 2-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; at Ibrox. The win, courtesy of goals from Kris Boyd and Steven Smith, moved Paul Le Guen's side into joint-second with Aberdeen...or second as Pythagoras might insist upon. Nevertheless, it came as no surprise that the band of assembled press dingoes were howling with cries of feint praise. Patrick  Glenn in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Observer&lt;/span&gt; thought the win "could hardly be described as evidence of an impending renaissance", which should mean Leonardo, Raphael and Michelangelo won't have to do any turning this week at least. "The Ibrox side achieved the minimum that any one would expect against Dunfermline," continued Glenn in a somewhat drisiory manner towards the visitors, although Mark Guidi in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; thought Dunfermline  were "woeful". Guidi thought there was "a lack of confidence, spark and cohesion" about Rangers, Andrew Smith in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; described them as "laboured", and Douglas Alexander in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; mused: "If this proves to be the first step in Rangers’ recovery, then it was an extremely shaky one." However 'The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="footerText"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beachy Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Prize' for most bleak piece of journalism this weekend goes to the normally vibrant Michael Grant of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt;: "It was a dank, grey afternoon with a game to match", where "Le Guen stepped a few yards back from the cliff edge". Dark, dark days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; If the 48,218 at Ibrox thought the spectacle there was on the poor side, then they should be relieved they were not at Tannadice where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; recorded back-to-back victories for the first time this season with a 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt;. Ron McKay in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; noted humorously that "for large parts of the game the ball went astray and only threatened resting wildlife", while Archie MacGregor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; thought the contest "scored little in terms of aesthetic appeal". Euan McLean of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; joined in the chorus of angst, seeing the game as a "dire clash"; a fact John Docherty in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; could not disagree with, as "United didn't exactly sparkle" in a game which was "not the greatest of spectacles". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; It is normally a 'spectacle' of sorts when goalthrower Zbigniew Malkowski plays, but the usually error-prone Pole got his angles right this week in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian's&lt;/span&gt; 2-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; at Easter Road. Moira Gordon in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; noted "the surprise is that, for once, Zbigniew Malkowski was the saint rather than sinner." Redemption is a beautiful thing...until next week's mistake of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116333123482636706?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116333123482636706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116333123482636706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116333123482636706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116333123482636706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/11/week-14-good-journalism-fact.html' title='Week 14: Good Journalism = Fact / (Interpretation - Triteness)'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116273034907931219</id><published>2006-11-05T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:06:39.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 13: Remember, remember, the 4th of November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pack away your hopes and dreams for another season. Ready the kennels. It may be only November but the SPL title race is over, gone, mort. That's what was decided anyway, by a frenzy of paws punching at laptops, after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic's&lt;/span&gt; late comeback gave them a 2-1 win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; at Celtic Park. Hearts goalkeeper Craig Gordon's late own-goal allowed Celtic "to effectively win the title" according to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Andrew Smith, whereas Michael Grant of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; saw "a metaphorical application of green and white ribbons to the 2007 SPL championship trophy". Grant continued: "Celtic’s 13-point advantage this morning does have an unmistakable look of being insurmountable. The discouraging fact for the rest is that Celtic currently look incapable of haemorrhaging points at the rate which will be necessary for Hearts or Rangers to catch them up." Of the game itself, Mark Guidi in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt;, who loves nothing more than a dose of unbridled criticism, thought "Celtic turned in their worst performance of the season", to give Gordon Strachan's side "an undeserved victory", "where not a single player stood out from the mediocrity." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times'&lt;/span&gt; Douglas Alexander had praise for a Hearts "performance of surprising strategy, cohesion and spirit", and sounded just the smallest yelp of caution about handing the title to Celtic, albeit wrapped in the inevitable Guy Fawkes reference: "Can the title race be tossed on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bonfire&lt;/span&gt; tonight? Not quite, but it would take a collapse from Celtic as spectacular as the one Hearts managed yesterday for them to be overtaken now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; At East End Park, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; romped to a 3-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; but thankfully there weren't any bonfire or fireworks references from....oh, wait a minute.... "Dunfermline went off like a damp &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;squib&lt;/span&gt;" according to Mike J. Wilson in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, but Falkirk were "yesterday's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sparklers&lt;/span&gt;". Just as an aside, when was the last time you used the word 'squib' in regular conversation, certainly without the accompanying reference to dampness? Anyway, treading a similar well-worn path, Scott Mcdermott in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; thought Anthony Stokes, who scored a hat-trick, was "on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt;" and "too &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; to handle". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Needless to say, at Easter Road where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; drew 2-2 with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; John Docherty watched "a match which only caught &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;alight&lt;/span&gt; in the second half". Thankfully there were no references to pyrotechnics in reports of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Motherwell's&lt;/span&gt; 0-0 home draw with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt;, probably because the match was "a fairly dour encounter" according to Ron McKay in the Sunday Herald and "a triumph of organisation and endeavour". That's journalistic code for 'rubbish' - a sentiment that Martin Hannan in Scotland On Sunday agreed with, as "the match lacked that genuine excitement that only goals create". All toil then...and little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;flare&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116273034907931219?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116273034907931219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116273034907931219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116273034907931219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116273034907931219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/11/week-13-remember-remember-4th-of.html' title='Week 13: Remember, remember, the 4th of November'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116212104438770877</id><published>2006-10-29T11:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T20:52:25.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Week 12: Tally-Ho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just when I thought that the press puppies were writing rather weary copy and in need of a mid-season sunshine break, or at least a decent walk, along comes a weekend where crisis abounds in the SPL - and there's nothing like the prospect of a little villification to get the pack snapping again. One fox they certainly have by the tail is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;manager Craig Brewster, whose side were humbled 5-1 at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt;, and the collective opinion is that his time as manager of United is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Craig Brewster’s fate as Dundee United manager was sealed with this most humiliating of defeats," raged Neil White in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt;, where Falkirk "dominated the game with sweeping passing moves, picking at the United lines like vultures on a carcass". YES!!! YES!!! That's what we've been missing in recent weeks - crass, inappropriate cliches with a zoological bent; the backbone of football writing. Wait a minute...here's another from Gordon Wadell in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt;, sadly without any animal references: "Craig Brewster wrote his own death warrant with his after-match speech last weekend. And he signed it the minute he handed in his teamsheet yesterday." BRILLIANT!!! I didn't even realise we had "death warrants" any more, nevermind managers opting for a  bit of "hari-kari" just before kick-off. No wonder the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Natasha Woods thought the second half "was just carnage". Sadly, Martin Hannan in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; opted not to sink his incisors into the bloody mess, but he  did start his report with this pearl: "The first thing that must be said is that Falkirk hugely deserved this win,"  reckoned Hannan, just in case the reader thought United had been cruelly dazzled by five breakaway goals.  However  he did recover his senses to note that United "were utterly dreadful....rubbish, pure and simple".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The hounds had another obvious target to chase at Tynecastle where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; drew 1-1 with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt;, days after owner Vladimir Romanov had threated to sell the whole side to a "team like Kilmarnock" if they failed to pick up all three points against the managerless Pars. However, just because  Romanov  fails to challenge the accepted conventions of logic on occasion, doesn't mean the press have to follow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Independent's&lt;/span&gt; Phil Gordon has been a bit quiet of late, after a couple of examples of near-genius at the start of the season, but Vlad's outburst obviously got his creative juices flowing again with this sublime opener to his report of the game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Being born with a silver spoon in their mouths, did not spare the royal Romanovs from the Russian Revolution. Vladimir Romanov is more a victim of foot in mouth, after watching the threat to his Hearts players backfire yesterday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't even try and understand it. It's on another level. Just stand back, marvel and applaud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The game itself was a bit of a soggy octopus. Richard Wilson of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; watched a Hearts team who "attempted to exert themselves on the game, but their play carried little penetration", while Moira Gordon in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; thougt the home side were "missing a cutting edge" although Dunfermline's "performance was a vast improvement on the embarrassing capitulation to Hibs on Monday".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The dogs certainly have the scent of Paul Le Guen, and the angry pack got a little bit closer to the under-pressure &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; manager after his side's 1-1 draw with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; at Ibrox. Stewart Fisher in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald &lt;/span&gt;thought the draw "may have finished the SPL title race once and for all", while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Andrew Smith reckoned "the Old Firm are operating in two different leagues this season" after 90 minutes where Rangers "when required to bare teeth against Motherwell yesterday...came over all gummy." Patrick Glenn in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Observer&lt;/span&gt; thought "there was a distinct lack of zest and bite, to say nothing of imagination and flair" about Rangers' play, which overall he considered only "mediocre". "Victory for Celtic at Kilmarnock this afternoon will take the champions 12 points clear of their city rivals," thought Simon Buckland in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt;. "To have conceded such a lead before Hallowe’en is scary indeed," he continued, although perhaps not as scary as an excitable sportswriter as we have seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Elsewhere, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St Mirren&lt;/span&gt; drew 1-1 with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; in a game which lacked the hysteria hanging over other venues in the SPL on Saturday. There were no winged scavengers, stomach cuttings, or wealthy families lined up against a wall in Paisley; not at Love Street anyway. "This wasn’t an epic, but there was plenty of honest endeavour," said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times'&lt;/span&gt; Rodger Baillie. I'm not sure the same could be said for some of the efforts of the press this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116212104438770877?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116212104438770877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116212104438770877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116212104438770877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116212104438770877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/10/week-12-tally-ho.html' title='Week 12: Tally-Ho!'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116151470005345943</id><published>2006-10-22T11:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:15:39.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 11: Drink and be un-merry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic's&lt;/span&gt; midweek Champions League carnival there was always going to be a hangover of sorts, but thankfully for Gordon Strachan's side, who beat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 at Celtic Park, it was the press who seemed to be reaching for the metaphorical Alka Seltzer. "After the Lord Mayor’s Show came the equivalent of a pub gig at the same venue," lamented an obviously disappointed Simon Buckland of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt;, but his sentiments summed up the feelings of the entire press kennel. Michael Grant of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; noted that "after the pyrotechnics of midweek [Celtic] were reduced to a slow burn to overcome Motherwell," but at least "the combination of Celtic’s diminished energy levels and Motherwell’s organised, purposeful display resulted in a reasonable contest". Tom English of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; thought "Celtic played poorly" and were, unsurprisingly, "a shadow of the team that electrified" against Benfica. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Observer's&lt;/span&gt;  Patrick Glenn also saw Celtic contrive "probably their most banal performance of the season just four days after their most exhilarating". Back to the Buckfast then, after the Bollinger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At least they don't have to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; every week, unlike manager Craig Brewster, who took a step closer to Saturdays at B&amp;Q yesterday following &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen's&lt;/span&gt; 3-1 win at Pittodrie. Scott Mcderrmott of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; noted that "incredibly, Dons boss Jimmy Calderwood lined up with a 2-1-4-1-2 system", but even that piece of tactical genius couldn't help United who, according to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Natasha Woods, were "insipid and uninspired", in contrast to the hosts who "had plenty of passion and fire about their play". Mike J Wilson of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; watched "a display of attractive, inventive and penetrative football as good as anything seen at Pittodrie this season leaving United deep in trouble and even deeper in despair." Wilson also offered the most creepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; image of the season so far, believing Brewster "might be waiting to drink from the poisoned chalice offered by his chairman Eddie Thompson". Don't do it Craig and don't kiss the ring either. Remember what happened to Anakin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strike&gt;manager, coach, trainer, kit man, masseuse, petty officer,&lt;/strike&gt; angry chap Valdas Ivanauskas might not be asked to sip from Vladimir Romanov's decanter of rum any time soon, but the 'plank' has certainly been brought up from below deck following Hearts 2-0 home defeat to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Alan Campbell thought Kilmarnock were "ultimately were well worth their win" and "Hearts' use of the ball was unimaginative". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Moira Gordon agreed that Hearts were "devoid of ideas", "lacking is the confidence and consistency they displayed this time last year," and "they have also lost their air of invincibility on home turf."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Individual errors contributed to Hearts' defeat, but nowhere was the finger of blame prodded more emphatically than at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Inverness&lt;/span&gt;, where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; contrived to lose 3-2 in a game which they had dominated. Dave Hammond of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; watched "an amazing second half comeback from Inverness Caledonian Thistle", but Falkirk goalkeeper Scott Higgins "could be criticised for his inability to dominate his goal area and there were further question marks over his goalkeeping for the next two goals". Gordon Waddell in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; saw "the Bairns laid waste to the home side with a stunning display of passing and a double from Anthony Stokes. But 16 minutes of shambles from six foot seven No.1 Higgins gifted Inverness three goals and victory at the death." Such was Higgins' meltdown that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Andrew Smith thought "bits of Higgins were probably to be found in the goal area he so singularly failed to guard late on". There will probably be a call for the Alka Seltzer in the Higgins household on Sunday. I hope there's some left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116151470005345943?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116151470005345943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116151470005345943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116151470005345943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116151470005345943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/10/week-11-drink-and-be-un-merry.html' title='Week 11: Drink and be un-merry'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-116091902138243115</id><published>2006-10-15T14:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:31:21.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 10: Now is the autumn of our discontent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think the writers are getting a bit bored of their task already - it is October after all - but they weren't helped by sterile first halves, which seemed to be compulsory around the SPL on Saturday. This was certainly the case for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; at Tannadice, where Gordon Strachan's side overcame a slow start to record a resounding 4-1 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt;. Most of the press puppies' eyes were on either the Champions League encounter with Benfica on Tuesday or on the official Japanese press stalkers of Shunsuke Nakamura, but when they did get round to looking at the game they were in no doubt that Celtic's performance reflected the archetypal 'game of two halves'. Mark Guidi in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; watched the visitors put in a "dreadful first-half performance", which contrasted with a "ruthless display after the break". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guardian's&lt;/span&gt; Ewan Murray also saw a "stunning second-half comeback from the Shunsuke Nakamura-inspired champions", while Phil Gordon in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Independent&lt;/span&gt; thought "hunger and movement flowed through everything that Celtic did" but only "after the break".&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Tom English appreciated that "there was artistry involved" with Celtic's goals, three of which came from Nakamura, "but United were paralysed " and guilty of "some monumentally crass defending". A decent afternoon for Celtic, but a poor one for United who have now won only two games from 26 under the charge of Craig Brewster. "They certainly can’t be described as too good to go down," commented Simon Buckland in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt;, somewhat worryingly for United supporters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another worry for lovers of tangerine everywhere, was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell's&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 home win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; which sent United to the bottom of the table. Just like at Tannadice, Dave Hammond of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; watched "a game that started off somewhat tepidly before sparking into life after the break", where "for most of the time [Motherwell] were in control"; an observation shared by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail's&lt;/span&gt; Rob Fairburn who thought the Motherwell's win was "richly deserved because the home side had dominated throughout". Rodger Baillie in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; played harbinger of doom for the travelling supporters - perhaps giving United some degree of hope: "Dunfermline fans must have reservations about the future as their team heads into the long slog of the winter months. If ever a scoreline gives the wrong impression of a match, it was this one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was a more balanced encounter at Rugby Park where John Docherty of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; watched "a hard-fought contest" between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt;, which the home side won 1-0. Or maybe it wasn't so evenly fought, as Neil White &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; thought Kilmarnock "outplayed Aberdeen all afternoon", and "Aberdeen threatened only when Kilmarnock’s patched-up defence offered rare opportunities." In contrast, everyone agreed that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; both deserved a share of the points in a 1-1 draw at The Falkirk Stadium, with Archie Macgregor in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times &lt;/span&gt;noting that "the game was as evenly matched as the predictions suggested, with the only real surprises being that both goals arrived somewhat against the balance of play." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Notably, all the goals in these two matches came in the second period as did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT's&lt;/span&gt; winner over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; at Ibrox, which sent the press swarm buzzing, ready to unleash their stings on Rangers manager Paul Le Guen. Queen bee Natasha Woods of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt;, perhaps betraying signs of short-term memory loss, could not "remember the last time Rangers were this poor". Woods also thought Rangers' "passing as poor as the movement", with "defenders failing to win headers, while midfielders and forwards appeared to be operating on entirely different wavelengths". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times'&lt;/span&gt; Richard Wilson certainly thought the performance left many questions to be answered: "Where is the leadership? Who is going to create something? Where is the freedom of expression?" Wilson also thought the home side were "hesitant in finding an end product" and rather eloquently, that "the coda to their rhythm is missing." Unfortunately there was nothing eloquent about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Andrew Smith's comment that Rangers are "a team at odds with itself, a support at odds with itself, and an &lt;u&gt;unholy&lt;/u&gt; mess." I can only hope he didn't mean that in the way I think he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-116091902138243115?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/116091902138243115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=116091902138243115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116091902138243115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/116091902138243115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/10/week-10-now-is-autumn-of-our.html' title='Week 10: Now is the autumn of our discontent'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115978924405184801</id><published>2006-10-02T12:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:22:38.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 9: The Seventh Day (Journal)ists...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From pill-popping to "eye-popping" according to Graham Speirs in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers'&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; at Ibrox on Sunday certainly elevated the scribes into reporting ectasy. Spiers thought the game an "intoxicating thriller"; Roddy Forsyth labelled it an "absorbing contest" in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Daily Telegraph&lt;/span&gt;, while the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record's&lt;/span&gt; Keith Jackson took a deep breath, deliberated, and delivered this low-key classic: "Something quite extraordinary went on at Ibrox yesterday afternoon. Something similar to a near-death experience for Paul Le Guen and his masses." Not quite 'Heaven's Gate' but some heavy shit nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Le Guen watched as Aberdeen nearly played FBI to his Branch Orangian, only for Philip Sebo to claim the three points and produce, according to Forsyth, an outpouring of "euphoria by the Slovak, who went into a convulsive routine with the corner flag, while whipping off his top to reveal a substantial filigree of tattoos – a performance which earned him a booking," and the obvious displeasure of Forsyth who one suspects does not have the Chinese for 'Lucky' etched on his forearm, nevermind a 'filigree' of body art. Speirs will also be peeved that he was outdone on grandiloquence this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Football-wise, the yelping press beagles were united in their opinion that Rangers weren't entirely convincing. Glenn Gibbons in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman&lt;/span&gt; watched the home side gain a "victory from a performance that was uneven and, in the main, not particularly impressive", where there was "inappropriate tentativeness about much of the Ibrox side's work". Jackson, when he had calmed down, noted that "Le Guen had watched his team run all over the top of Aberdeen for a while before running out of ideas and ultimately confidence...while some of their inter-play was a delight, there was no bite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There wasn't a great deal of bite around at the Falkirk Stadium either, save for Aidan McGeady's matchwinner in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 victory over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt;. "Defeat was a cruel injustice to Falkirk but did reflect their profligacy if not their refreshing adventurism," reckoned Darryl Broadfoot in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald&lt;/span&gt; after John Hughes' side distinguished themselves against the visitors. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman's&lt;/span&gt; Stephen Halliday thought Celtic's performance was "lethargic", and the result "a slender and fortunate victory". More importantly, Halliday produced the weekend's tritest piece of insight: "It wasn't a performance worthy of champions, but it was the kind of performance which wins championships." No wonder people join the Moonies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talking of cults, or a "sect generally considered to be extremist or false, with its followers often living in an unconventional manner under the guidance of an authoritarian, charismatic leader", &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; romped to a 4-0 win over hapless &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt;, with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scotsman's&lt;/span&gt; Stuart Bathgate reckoning "the three points were among the more comfortable Hearts will pick up this season". All hail to the chief, where do I sign up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115978924405184801?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115978924405184801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115978924405184801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115978924405184801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115978924405184801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/10/week-9-seventh-day-journalists.html' title='Week 9: The Seventh Day (Journal)ists...'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115969832481345856</id><published>2006-10-01T11:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T11:26:37.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 9: Poppies will put them to sleep. Sleep. Now they'll sleep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The only passing at the Tulloch Stadium on Saturday was the bottle of Diazepam going around the press box, as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness&lt;/span&gt; squeezed past &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; in what appears to have been the worst game of the season so far. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Martin Hannan was not impressed: "The mercy was that only 3,517 poor souls had this mince inflicted upon them, and therefore not too much damage was done to the cause of entertainment in Scottish football. Until the dying minutes, it really was very poor stuff." Even Inverness defender Ross Tokely's 90th-minute winner couldn't rouse a sedated press pack as according to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail's&lt;/span&gt; Gordon Waddell, the strike was "the ugliest winning goal in the ugliest game you will see all season". Hannan watched "90 minutes of insipid play marred by countless mistakes" while Frank Gilfeather in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought the game was "90 minutes of hardship for fans...crying out for excitement and entertainment, or even a little drama".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At least the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Natasha Woods tried to inject a little piece of retro Hollywood glamour in her report of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell's&lt;/span&gt; thumping 5-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; at Fir Park: "The strains of “We’re off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz” brought the proceedings to a close at Fir Park yesterday as Scott McDonald, Motherwell’s Australian striker, celebrated his second and his team’s fifth goal of a remarkable game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Kilmarnock, up against the bottom side in the SPL, were hopeless; a veritable tinman, lion and scarecrow by comparison – lacking heart, courage or the brains to avoid an afternoon of abject humiliation." Andrew Smith in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; chose a showbiz reference of his own, although noting that one of Motherwell's goals was "more scrappy than Scooby's nephew" wasn't quite in the same league.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tony Mowbray's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; side could have done with a dose of Viagra at Love Street where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; ran out 1-0 winners. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Moira Gordon watched "a Hibs side desperately in need of some penetration" while Michael Grant in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought the visitors were "attractive...but impotent". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guardian's&lt;/span&gt; Patrick Glenn humourously noted that Hibs "could be a cure for anyone with a betting problem", such is their lack of consistency, and on Saturday "they exhibited football's equivalent of writer's block in the matter of creativity" - never a problem for the media hounds. In contrast, Grant thought the home side's goal "was a moment of high individualism but overall their performance was about industry, strength and organisation" but Douglas Alexander in the Sunday Times  saw it more as a "moment of quality plucked out of the general mess which had proceeded it". Regardless, it was all somewhat soporific for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail's&lt;/span&gt; Mark Guidi: "Any notion of silky soccer was largely abandoned in favour of kick and rush. It could have sent you to sleep." Nighty night.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115969832481345856?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115969832481345856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115969832481345856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115969832481345856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115969832481345856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/10/week-9-poppies-will-put-them-to-sleep.html' title='Week 9: Poppies will put them to sleep. Sleep. Now they&apos;ll sleep!'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115910188109656365</id><published>2006-09-24T13:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T13:54:33.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 8: A man in a tracksuit attacked me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you had asked the Kaiser Chiefs where the football was going to be "lairy" on Saturday, then they probably would not have said Easter Road where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; lost 1-0 to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; in perhaps the most bizarre encounter of the season so far. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Martin Hannan watched "a crazy game", where in the first half there were "two sending offs; four bookings; cautions for Hibs' manager Tony Mowbray and coach Mark Venus; agricultural tackles; confrontations all over the place between players, officials and managers; fans trying to get involved in a players' touchline spat; volcanic fury and rage in all four stands; and the referee and his assistants requiring a police guard as they left the pitch." The proceedings were then frogmarched further down Strange Street when both managers were warned to control their players by the police and, most curiously, Falkirk manager John Hughes was told to control his smiling. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail's&lt;/span&gt; Darren Johnstone thought referee Alan Freeland was to blame for the mess, calling his performance "incompetent" and a "horror show", but Hannan thought Mowbray's side were just as culpable, with there being "no excuse for the sheer hotheaded indiscipline shown largely by Hibs in the first half".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Events were surprisingly more chilled at Parkhead where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; didn't look the wrong way at policemen but did get beaten 2-0 by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; - a result which put Gordon Strachan's side seven points clear of their city rivals at the top of the table. While the assembled hacks couldn't find much direct praise for Celtic's play, they certainly found much to chew on in their criticism of Rangers. Roddy Forsyth in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telegraph&lt;/span&gt; thought Rangers were "second best in every area", while Andrew Smith in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; reckoned that "Rangers are in a sorry state and the best that can be offered is that they weren't awful".The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's &lt;/span&gt;Michael Grant thought Paul Le Guen's side were "crushed" and "lacked the substance to survive an Old Firm game" and Patrick Glenn in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guardian&lt;/span&gt; agreed, noting Rangers' "utterly dispirited performance".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perhaps Rangers should have resorted to more 'old school' methods as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; did in their 2-1 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; at East End Park. "For 45 minutes the side had attempted to pass their way through St Mirren," commented Ron McKay in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt;, "then after a rollicking at half-time and a move to the direct route they simply over-ran the visitors and a second goal killed them off." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Simon Pia agreed that Dunfermline's "style is far more suited to the bugle call and cavalry charge as the ball is whipped early into the box with the game played at a pulsating tempo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; are known for a more aesthetically rich style of football, but they didn't deliver one of their better displays on Saturday, although Jim Jefferies' side did manage to take a point out of their encounter with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; at Rugby Park. Stuart Darroch in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought the home side were "off-colour" and "there was no doubt the Highlanders were the better side". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times'&lt;/span&gt; Rodger Baillie also thought Killie "started brightly, only to lose their way" while David Rinaldi in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; noted the home side's "lacklustre display against a hard working Caley side". Rinaldi also remarked that the game was "more blood and thunder than silky soccer" which was rather apt on a day where the SPL was not very pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That was cetainly the case at Tannadice where Ewan Smith noted in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; that "the outlook was bleak with the smart money on a dire, dreary day in Dundee", and he predicted correctly as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; thrashed out a poor 1-1 draw. Suffice to say Robert Thomson in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; thought it "an evenhandedly dreadful match". A riot would probably have been welcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115910188109656365?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115910188109656365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115910188109656365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115910188109656365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115910188109656365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/09/week-8-man-in-tracksuit-attacked-me.html' title='Week 8: A man in a tracksuit attacked me...'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115862245806061300</id><published>2006-09-19T00:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:36:54.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 7: The Killen Fields...(but without the tears, cultural revisionism and Julian Sands)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was like reading a thesaurus after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hibernian's&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 home win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt;, courtesy of two goals from Chris Killen. The quotes speak for themselves -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hibernian were: "rich in verve and va-va-voom"; "thrilling"; "enthusiastic"; "energetic and highly talented" and "immense".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rangers were: "awful"; "mauled"; "appalling"; "swamped and "atrocious", and that was just from Darrell King of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Evening Times&lt;/span&gt;. Elsewhere Paul Le Guen's side were described as: "calamitous"; "insipid"; "outplayed" ; "inadequate"; "shell shocked"; "over-run"; "bedraggled" and "knocked to their knees". But the award for the most damning phrase of the weekend - although it's a shame that Mark Guidi doesn't work on Sundays - has to go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Darryl Broadfoot, who thought Rangers were "gutless, spineless and clueless". The Pulitzer is only a matter of time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115862245806061300?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115862245806061300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115862245806061300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115862245806061300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115862245806061300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/09/week-7-killen-fieldsbut-without-tears_19.html' title='Week 7: The Killen Fields...(but without the tears, cultural revisionism and Julian Sands)'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115849677951656863</id><published>2006-09-17T13:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:49:21.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 7: Woof, woof, bow but no wow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the party at Old Trafford in midweek there was always going to be a weekend hangover for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt;, and the press pack who laboured through Gordon Strachan's side 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; were not a happy bunch. There was even a spot on reporting anarchism in the air, some anti-reporting if you like, notably from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotand On Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Tom English who opened his report with this gem: "The bottom line from Celtic Park is that Gordon Strachan's team won and that is all that needs to be said. No need to read on. Get on with your day." Sadly English saw fit to deliver another 1000 words on the subject but the initial idea was nice. Douglas Alexander in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; continued the disappointment of a press corps forced to nibble on SPL scraps when they had feasted on multiple courses of Champions League cuisine just a few nights before: "From the Theatre of Dreams to the stadium of sleep," lamented Alexander while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Michael Grant confirmed there "was nothing from Dunfermline to prevent Celtic from sleepwalking to four points clear at the top of the SPL yesterday". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Independent's&lt;/span&gt; Phil Gordon was equally as damning in his report of the game labelling it "a flat production that will be filed under 'instantly forgettable'" and Mark Guidi in the  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; was unequivocal in his assessment: "As games go this was desperate stuff." The chielf culprit for the torture on show was Dunfermline manager Jim Leishman, who according to Alexander, "is fond of doggerel verse but there was nothing poetic about this". Alexander also noted that Leishman's "team maintained their strategy of unremitting containment right to the bitter end" - a tactic that Patrick Glenn in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Observer&lt;/span&gt; thought frustrated "the champions into a state of anxiety and, ultimately, desperation". However it was an exasperated Tom English, who perhaps summed the visitors' performance up best: "Dogs that chase cars have greater survival prospects than Leishman's boys had yesterday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; There were no dogs on show at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt;, where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; left with a 2-0 win, but there was a fox, though sadly not 'in the box'. 'Fergus the Fox' made his debut as Falkirk's new mascot and things might be interesting when he meets Celtic's 'Hoopy Hound' - cetainly more entertaining than the match at Westfield. "There were long spells during which it just didn't seem possible that anyone would find the net or take control," complained &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Moira Gordon but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Times'&lt;/span&gt; Simon Buckland and Stewart Fisher in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; both saw enough of something to brand Aberdeen's performance "professional". Buckland also noted that "everybody but Falkirk seems to know how to win here," and "if this is what Fergie the Fox brings them, however, it could be hunted down." Remember Simon, its  'Fergus the Fox', not Fergie. Give the guy in the oversized, furry animal costume some respect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  There wasn't a lot of hunting going on at The Tulloch Caledonian Stadium where &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; drew 0-0 with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt;, not of goals or of former managers, much to the disappointment of a salivating press mob. "There are certain things they do very well in Inverness. Polite conversation. The purest spoken English this side of Buckingham Palace. Orderly queuing at Tesco," said Alasdair Fraser in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, somewhat bizzarely."As for venting fury and generating a stormy reception for a past manager who spent the summer winding them up with bids for their players, well, it just wasn't happening," continued Fraser. "They are far too reserved in Inverness to be comfortable with dishing out rabid abuse." Only in Scottish football can you be criticised for not being "rabid" enough. Apart from the lack of 'dog's abuse' there was also a famine of football on show according to Frank Gilfeather in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt;: "Forget pretty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fluent, entertaining football. This was mediocrity at its best as neither side managed to stamp their authority on matters at a sun-drenched Caledonian Stadium, just a free-kick’s distance from the Moray Firth where the dolphin watchers would have had a more exciting day." Are you saying that dolphin-watching is not usually exciting Frank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Sadly there were no mammals of any description on display at Love Street, save for the 22 homo sapiens (?) who started in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kilmarnock's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt;. The bottom line is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Andrew Smith thought it was "a scratchy game" and that is all that needs to be said. No need to read on. Get on with your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115849677951656863?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115849677951656863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115849677951656863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115849677951656863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115849677951656863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/09/week-7-woof-woof-bow-but-no-wow.html' title='Week 7: Woof, woof, bow but no wow...'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115789083316083037</id><published>2006-09-10T13:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:24:44.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 6: We welcome the pate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was a time for heroes across the SPL on Saturday but it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic's&lt;/span&gt; new signing Thomas Gravesen who really stoked the hacks' vivid imaginations after Gordon Strachan's side ran out comfortable 1-0 winners against &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; at Pittodrie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Although Celic put in a "rather moderate performance" according to Patrck Glenn in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guardian&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Michael Grant witnessed "the mediocrity of an underwhelming overall Celtic display", all eyes were on Gravesen and one area of his anatomy in particular. "It was hard to take your eyes from his glistening pate in the midday sunshine," gushed Douglas Alexander in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt;, perhaps in awe of Gravesen's commitment to alopeicic totality - a condition many in the press box only aspire to begrudgingly. Alexander also noted the Dane's "engaging post-match banter" and his "beaming" demeanor, sowing the seeds of what looks like a beautiful friendship in the making between press and player. Elsewhere, Glenn thought the Celtic fans were ready to "acclaim him as a messenger from the gods", although I wasn't aware the Parkhead faithful were such committed polythiests, while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Stephen Halliday in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;went with a more pop-culture comparison believing the former Real Madrid midfielder resembled "a menacing extra in The Sopranos". Moira Gordon in the same publication went back to nature noting the "frisky, foraging figure of Gravesen", painting him more like a young blackbird than a hardened, belligerent capo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; At Ibrox, sadly devoid of any shiny heads to be mesmerised by, attention was focused on a hero from another time before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; comfortable 4-0 win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt;. "To mark the approaching 50th anniversary of his death, Bill Struth’s famous ‘We welcome the chase’ quote was emblazoned on the front of a commemorative programme," commented Simon Buckland in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; in reference to the Rangers manager who has passed into legend at the club, and who yesterday was honoured in a ceremony to rename the Main Stand at Ibrox. Sadly Buckland also noted that Falkirk were "given a chasing they won’t have welcomed" while Andrew Smith in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; thought the home side "punished a rancid display from Falkirk". Gordon Waddell in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; thought Rangers "buried Falkirk in a one-sided breeze" but there were notes of caution sounded by Alan Campbell in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; who reckoned Paul Le Guen's side put in "a lethargic performance" and the Rangers manager himself who thought much the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Another hero returned to East End Park and proved to be the difference in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dunfermline's&lt;/span&gt; 3-2 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt;. "Dunfermline rekindled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its love affair with Stevie Crawford yesterday as the prodigal son returned to East End Park to score a spectacular winner," wrote the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Dave Hammond, although it has to noted that the prodigal son only came back home once, unlike Crawford. While most hailed Crawford's winner, the gereral feeling was that Kilmarnock looked the superior side but as Simon Pia in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; noted: "Jim Jefferies will have to address the fact that while his team are a pleasure to watch going forward their weakness lies at the back." Pia also noted that "a print of [Kilmarnock's] two goals would grace an art gallery", although probably not the Prado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Interestingly, with Stevie Crawford not a stranger to the wiles of the hungry hair monster, it was another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;denuded hero who saved the day at Tynecastle where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; suffered "a rare and demoralising home defeat" to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt;, according to Stewart Fisher in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt;. Martin Hannan in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; thought hair-shy St Mirren goalkeeper Tony Bullock "was simply magnificent. It is unlikely that any goalkeeper will have such an influence on the outcome of match again this season." Richard Wilson in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; agreed as Hearts "had strewn this match with chances and had either spurned them or seen them repelled by Tony Bullock". Hannan was also candid in his assessment of Vladimir Romanov's side: "This Hearts team is not of the same quality as last year's version minted by George Burley." Ah, but did Burley ever serve on a Soviet K-19 nuclear submarine in the Baltic? Thought not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's been the Fall Guy more time than Lee Majors but yesterday Zibi Malkowski was the Hibs hero," said Colin Duncan of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record&lt;/span&gt; after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian's&lt;/span&gt; 3-0 away win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; - the first on their travels since November last year. It was unclear if Professor Mowbray had refitted the much-maligned goalkeeper with bionic hands but here was another 'hero' to squeeze on this weekend's roll of honour, albeit one who cost just a touch less than six million dollars. Malkowski and his teammates enjoyed a "stroll in the sunshine" according to Robert Thomson of the Herald but Stuart Bathgate in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotsman&lt;/span&gt; thought "the margin of defeat did United a disservice" although Craig Brewster's side "simply did not raise their game enough to get back on level terms". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Telegraph's&lt;/span&gt; Ewing Grahame thought United's problems stemmed from being "long on graft, but short on craft", and Thomson agreed, citing Craig Brester's side's "failure to make any great impression in the final third" as their major failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arguably the most impressive performance of the day was at Fir Park where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; inflicted a painful 4-1 defeat on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; and prompted a string of plaudits from the assembled scribes. "[Inverness'] slick movement and their superbly organised lineup posed Motherwell no end of problems," commented Ewan Smith in  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; while Ron McKay of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; saw the display as "the football equivalent of rope-a-dope, absorb the pressure then rebound into the attack and deliver the knock-out". The judgements on Motherwell's performance were rather bleaker with McKay noting that "there was nothing in their play to suggest that the [Motherwell] heads can be lifted". Archie MacGregor in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; went further, suggesting a barren year for the Steelmen as "Maurice Malpas’s first season in charge is destined to be a testing one." Despite these ominous signs at least Malpas can console himself with a full head of hair. Oh...bugger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115789083316083037?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115789083316083037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115789083316083037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115789083316083037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115789083316083037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/09/week-6-we-welcome-pate.html' title='Week 6: We welcome the pate!'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115668806899808817</id><published>2006-08-27T15:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T15:19:55.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 5: When the hurlyburly's done, when the battle's lost and won.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Far be it for me to say that Scottish football labours under a metaphorical cloud but the degree of foreboding hanging around the clubs this week was enough to make Macbeth look like a Cameron Diaz 'rom-com'. "People have been saying that this place has been full of doom and gloom," said Falkirk manager John Hughes in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Times&lt;/span&gt; during the week while Maurice Malpas was adamant in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evening Times&lt;/span&gt; that "contrary to popular opinion there is no doom and gloom at Motherwell." The hacks can obviously feel the onset of winter in their prematurely-aging bones as this mood of murkiness continued into the weekend where Frank Gilfeather of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen's&lt;/span&gt; 1-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; "lifted some of the gloom which has hung over Pittodrie" following their CIS Cup exit on Tuesday. Mike J. Wilson of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; made no mention of 'gloom' but thought it "an unconvincing win" as did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times' &lt;/span&gt;Rodger Baillie who thought the Dons showed a "dreadful lack of conviction". Dunfermline showed a lack of ambition that would have made Macbeth cringe as according to Baillie, "at one time [they] had nine players strung along their penalty box."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Unsurprisingly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dundee United's&lt;/span&gt; 3-1 away win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; was enough for Alan Gallacher in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; to say that "suddenly the gloom is beginning to lift over Tannadice." Gallacher also managed to cram in the season's first, but let's hope not the last, comparison of an SPL figure to a biblical character. "It might not be of Lazarus standards yet, but Craig Brewster's slow resurrection of Dundee United continues," said Gallacher who also thought United were "well worth their victory." Stewart Fisher in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought Brewster's side put in an "an eyecatching performance" although St. Mirren "defended poorly, and missed key chances". Gallacher agreed with this description of the home side citing a "huff and puff" and "below par" showing from the Saints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Few skies were greyer than at The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; Stadium where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; left with a 1-0 win. "The only toxic matter at Grangemouth yesterday was the standard of play in the first half," lamented Simon Pia in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Dave Hammond thought Motherwell display was "not an inspiring performance" and "had Falkirk performed better in the last third of the field, the Steelmen would have been dead and buried by the break." The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Times'&lt;/span&gt; Archie Macgregor thought the home side delivered some "tidy and disciplined play" but have a "desperate need to acquire some additional firepower", whereas Motherwell were "far from exuberant...[but] exuded a superior know-how and tactical awareness on this occasion".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was a brief ray of light which broke through at Parkhead as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; overcame an adventurous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; side in a 2-1 win. There were superlatives galore for Hibs, who continue to be the critics' favourite side, especially for their first-half showing. Patrick Glenn in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Observer&lt;/span&gt; thought the visitors gave "Gordon Strachan's side a roasting throughout the first 45 minutes" while Moira Gordon in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; reckoned " Hibs' passing game sliced [Celtic] open and left them chasing shadows". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times'&lt;/span&gt;  Douglas Alexander praised Hibs' "teasing skills" and "cocksure passing" wile Mark Guidi in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; thought Tony Mowbray's side played with "pace, precision and energy" and a "healthy swagger". You would be forgiven for forgetting who actually won the game but Alexander admitted that the introduction of new signing Jan Vennegoor of Hesselink was the key to the game's change in fortunes. "[The] muscular craft he provided in Hibs’ penalty box [gave] his side’s attacks a focus which they had previously lacked," admitted Alexander while restraining himself from making any comments about "big names" at Parkhead - sadly something not everyone could do. Nevertheless the Sunday Herald's Natasha Woods did manage to remark that the Dutchman sounds "like he should be the crown prince of some far-away country and live in a chocolate-box castle." Sadly, only in your dreams Natasha along with unicorns, chivalry and cottages full of small miners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the clouds did not part for long on Saturday as there seemed to be some black magic in the air at Tynecastle as &lt;del&gt;Vladimir Romanov's&lt;/del&gt; Valdas Ivanauskas' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; side toiled to a 4-1 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt;. Alan Campbell in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought Hearts "did not deserve this flattering scoreline" as "Caley had the home side pinned back for long spells of the second half". The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Times'&lt;/span&gt; Simon Buckland agreed, believing "all Inverness were punished for yesterday was not doing the basics". Buckland is clearly not a fan of the good ship Gorgie as he thought the result was "another coat of gloss over Hearts' internal troubles. It will all peel away in the end." Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn, and cauldron bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115668806899808817?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115668806899808817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115668806899808817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115668806899808817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115668806899808817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-5-when-hurlyburlys-done-when.html' title='Week 5: When the hurlyburly&apos;s done, when the battle&apos;s lost and won.'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115620878928710656</id><published>2006-08-22T02:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T02:11:52.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 4: Brigadon't even go there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;About four times every year, a magical football stadium emerges out of the thick Highland fog where journalists from the cosmopolitan, intellectually-advanced south gather and make patronising statements that a Victorian anthropologist would be proud of. Goodness knows what Neil Irvine of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Telegraph&lt;/span&gt; was thinking in his report of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celtic’s&lt;/span&gt; 1-1 draw at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“It may still be August, but there was the ubiquitous Highland chill, with Caley's quaint home exposed to the Moray Firth. Not that the locals were deterred. Bred on heather and malt whisky, they are a hardy lot and turned up in force to outnumber the visitors' end.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He forgot to mention the fondness for livestock but it was probably at the back of his mind. After discharging his clichés for the day, Irvine joined in the near-universal condemnation of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Celtic’s&lt;/span&gt; performance believing that “complacency in attack and at the back” cost them all three points. Graham Speirs in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought it “an insipid and ultimately abject afternoon” for the visitors where they showed “an inability to pick sufficiently clean holes in their opponents' defence”. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Daily Record’s&lt;/span&gt; Hugh Keevins was equally as unimpressed citing a “self destructive performance” where Celtic “looked to have decided long before the end that they'd done enough to win and gradually lost their grip on the game”. Chief scapegoat was Kenny Miller who once again failed to break his scoring duck for his new club. Speirs reckoned that “much more of this type of drought and Miller will be openly fretting” but Alan Pattullo in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotsman&lt;/span&gt; thought the striker had already taken on a demeanor riddled with anxiety or as he wittily put it, “the look of someone who fears they have left the gas oven on back home”. Let’s hope that there is a fairytale ending.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115620878928710656?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115620878928710656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115620878928710656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115620878928710656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115620878928710656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-4-brigadont-even-go-there.html' title='Week 4: Brigadon&apos;t even go there...'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115604248642732956</id><published>2006-08-20T03:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T04:03:40.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 4: And someday, I'm gonna be a real football manager!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There may not have been a &lt;a href="http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-3-you-wont-fool-children-of.html"&gt;Marie Antoinette&lt;/a&gt; but there was a marionette at Ibrox on Saturday as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; eased past &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; in the game of the day. “[Valdas] Ivanauskas came into the Ibrox media room looking as happy as a puppet whose strings had been cut,” said Michael Grant of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; after a game where Rangers “poured over Hearts with a combination of midfield grit and attractive, sweet attacking play”. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt;' Douglas Alexander was also quick to pick up on Hearts émigré Lee Johnson’s midweek claims that Ivanauskas was a mere Pinocchio to owner Vladimir Romanov’s Gepetto, noting that the Hearts manager “may not be a puppet as was suggested last week, but you sometimes suspect ventriloquism”. Alexander thought Paul Le Guen’s side turned in a “fine performance” while Moira Gordon in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; believed Rangers were “a team with more options and flair”. Patrick Glenn in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Observer &lt;/span&gt;thought “there was no questioning Hearts' diligence, but there was a lack of sharpness about their movement, especially from middle to front,” whereas Grant was more succinct about the visitors branding them “a major disappointment”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If there was a hint of flair on display at Ibrox, hacks were coming up with adjectives like “gutsy”, “determined”, “resilient”, “well-drilled” and “highly physical” to describe some of the games on show around the rest of the country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nowhere was this more the case than at Tannadice where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; shared a goalless draw which inspired a torrent of feint praise from the media. Allan Gallacher in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; thought it was “a largely lacklustre encounter” where United “controlled huge chunks [of the match]”, although “the visitors' bravery and spirit” could not be doubted. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Times’&lt;/span&gt; Robert Thomson thought United were “industrious”, but more importantly came up with a new way of saying “dogged”, describing Dunfermline as “a group of players prepared to bite and scratch” to stay on the SPL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; were “left to rue their profligacy” according to Iain Collin of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; after a 2-1 home defeat to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt;. “[John] Hughes’ side dominated for long spells and created enough chances to win more than a month’s worth of games let alone this one,” rued Collin while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday’s&lt;/span&gt; John Docherty agreed blaming the absence of “that vital spark up front” for the inability of the home side to build on their early lead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; continued their inconsistent start to the season after a late equaliser gave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; a share of the points at Love Street. Dave Hammond in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought “the two sides stuttered through the first half,” with Aberdeen “clearly not playing to the sum of their parts”. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday’s&lt;/span&gt; Martin Hannan concurred with that assessment as he thought “St. Mirren worked hard, but too many passes were amateurishly aimless - not that Aberdeen were much better.” Hannan probably summed it up best with this unequivocal summary: “It wasn't much of a game.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thankfully there was a glimmer of footballing hope at Easter Road. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; always attract good reviews from the scribes and Tony Mowbray’s side finally managed to convert their fine outfield play into goals in a 3-1 home win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt;. “Had Hibernian been more clinical, the final scoreline at Easter Road would have been humiliating for the visitors,” commented Natasha Woods in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday’s&lt;/span&gt; Simon Pia thought Hibs “seized the initiative, piling forward with precision passing”. But Richard Wilson in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; took praise for the home side to a new level, finding the game a rather orgasmic experience. “When Hibernian find their rhythm, opponents are overwhelmed by the sensation,” said Wilson slowly approaching ecstasy. “Through movement and slick adventure, they cause other sides to become faint with unease.” It looks like something was growing on Wilson but, unlike Pinocchio, it probably wasn’t his nose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115604248642732956?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115604248642732956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115604248642732956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115604248642732956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115604248642732956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-4-and-someday-im-gonna-be-real.html' title='Week 4: And someday, I&apos;m gonna be a real football manager!'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115552318344585436</id><published>2006-08-14T03:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T12:13:51.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 3: You won't fool the children of the revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;“To have a baby and score against &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; in the same day is incredible,” beamed Owen Morrison after his goal gave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt; a deserved 1-1 draw at East End Park. Thankfully for everyone concerned it was his wife who had the baby although there were moments when even a postnatal Mrs Morrison would have troubled an awkward looking Rangers defence. Keith Jackson in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Record&lt;/span&gt; was surprised by the "woeful and timid nature of their performance" but in a rare moment of analysis for an Old Firm opponent thought Dunfermline looked "well-drilled and determined". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Telegraph’s&lt;/span&gt; Ewing Grahame thought the visitors put in “a fitful display” that suffered from a “lack of imagination”, a view shared by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guardian’s&lt;/span&gt; Ewan Murray who thought Rangers “offered little threat” especially in “an utterly dismal first half”. Murray also took issue with manager Paul Le Guen’s favoured formation and the lack of experience in the team: “The Rangers midfield looks lightweight and uncomfortable with their manager's rigid 4-2-3-1 system [and] there is clearly a lack in Le Guen's freshly assembled team of a leader who can provide the necessary on-field guidance at the start of a new era.” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald’s&lt;/span&gt; Darryl Broadfoot agreed that Rangers' formation produced “passive, pedestrian output from a system designed to maximize potency”, but let himself down with his opening quip of “Vive la revolution? Sacre bleu, more like,” which was so &lt;a href="http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-2-i-just-called-to-say-i-love.html"&gt;last week&lt;/a&gt;. However it didn't stop Jackson either who started his report with this pearl: "From Les Bleus to Les Miserables in less time than it takes a guillotine to lose its glint." Consequently, I have decided to ban all further references to 'revolution', French or otherwise, in future reports of Rangers matches, before this metaphor gestates into something even more appalling than we have seen up to now. With Sofia Coppola's "Marie Antoinette" coming out in the cinema soon, I fear the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115552318344585436?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115552318344585436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115552318344585436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115552318344585436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115552318344585436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-3-you-wont-fool-children-of.html' title='Week 3: You won&apos;t fool the children of the revolution'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115547478054346476</id><published>2006-08-13T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T14:13:00.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 3: In the jungle, the quiet jungle, the lion sleeps tonight…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The press pack were whipped into a frenzy of apathy following &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Celtic’s&lt;/span&gt; 2-0 victory over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; at Parkhead. Alan Campbell in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought it “hardly classic fare” and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday’s&lt;/span&gt; Moira Gordon was clearly not altogether enthralled by Celtic’s attacking style, comparing it to the “the drip, drip, drip effect of Chinese water torture.” Patrick Glenn in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Observer&lt;/span&gt; was perhaps the most unimpressed of all by the home side’s display as “Celtic appeared alarmingly ordinary” and “frequently fell into disarray”. This rather cold buffet of football was obviously too much for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Times’&lt;/span&gt; Douglas Alexander who rose above the inner city drudgery and made for the exotic plains of the Serengeti, or a night in with the National Geographic channel between shows about the Knights Templar. “Kenny Miller must have been eyeing St. Mirren yesterday as a lion regards a wildebeest drinking at a watering hole,” said Alexander taking readers to a place that they probably thought they would never visit. Alas, “there was no carcass for Miller to pick upon.” Shame, maybe next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The only other goals of the day in the SPL were at Fir Park where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; lost 2-0 to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt;. Motherwell manager Maurice Malpas thought his side deserved to win the game but the critics were not so sure. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail’s&lt;/span&gt; Gavin Berry thought Aberdeen “won easily in the end” while in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, Mike J. Wilson thought it “a fine away performance”. Richard Wilson in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Herald’s &lt;/span&gt;Stewart Fisher did not agree entirely, with the latter seeing “imperfections” in Aberdeen’s play while according to Wilson “the move that led to Aberdeen’s breakthrough was a terse encapsulation of their entire performance: a brief display of self-assurance, a piece of wayward intent, then a shiver of urgency.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; extended their miserable away record – no wins since November last year - with a 0-0 draw against &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; and Rodger Baillie in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt; mocked that “on this form, it could be next November before they collect another three points on the road.” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; Ross McTavish thought Hibernian “enjoyed large spells of possession against their Highland opponents, but struggled to break through Charlie Christie's well organised team,” – a common problem for Hibs this season. Interestingly, for the second time in as many weeks, Hibernian manager Tony Mowbray thought his players were subdued by unfair means as “it was as if we were against a fouling machine at times out there.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times’&lt;/span&gt; Simon Buckland watched “a jaded goalless draw” at Tynecastle where neither &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; nor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; shone with particular intensity. According to Buckland, Hearts delivered a “worryingly ordinary display” while the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald’s&lt;/span&gt; Michael Grant noted that the home side lacked their usual “substance” in a “fraught, spiky encounter”. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday’s&lt;/span&gt; Martin Hannan left with the impression that “on this performance Hearts will struggle to match their feats of last season and the SPL title [will] be a pipe dream”. It’s not often that a team goes top of the league and is then booed from the field but then Hearts are not an ordinary side. But for Gordon Waddell in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; if Falkirk “had a cutting edge to match their slick play in the middle of the park they'd maybe have been sitting top of the table”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday’s&lt;/span&gt; Neil Murray thought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Dundee United’s&lt;/span&gt; 0-0 draw with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at Rugby Park was a “great point for the hard-working Taysiders” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;who “played ugly” according to Archie MacGregor in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt;. MacGregor thought it “a woefully sterile affair” while Richard Moore in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; was more forthright in his assessment, in between metaphorical gulps of Valium: “This was a miserable match, the kind usually associated with cold, grey days in the middle of winter.” Only three games in and Moore already needs a holiday – a safari perhaps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115547478054346476?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115547478054346476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115547478054346476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115547478054346476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115547478054346476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-3-in-jungle-quiet-jungle-lion.html' title='Week 3: In the jungle, the quiet jungle, the lion sleeps tonight…'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115492136551373234</id><published>2006-08-07T04:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T11:24:54.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2: Time for bed Bhoys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whenever Stuart Dougal referees a game there is always the possibility of a 'Magic Roundabout' reference and Nick Harris of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Independent&lt;/span&gt; didn’t disappoint following &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts’&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 victory over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/span&gt; at Tynecastle. Harris thought the Hearts manager Valdas Ivanauskas “bounced like Zebedee” following Roman Bednar’s late winner, and “punched the air like Tyson” although I’m not sure ‘Mad Mike’ was ever in the show. Unfortunately for Celtic, they played with the energy of Brian the snail as no one seemed in much doubt that Hearts deserved their win, although Darryl Broadfoot in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Herald&lt;/span&gt; was suitably disturbed by the quality on display to describe it as “a mongrel of a match” and “[an] eyesore of a game”. Harris saw enough of something to praise the home side’s “up-and-at-'em attitude” which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guardian’s&lt;/span&gt; Ewan Murray also thought was “explosive.” Murray was less complimentary about Gordon Strachan’s side who “looked lethargic and a different team from the one who outplayed Kilmarnock last weekend.” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Telegraph’s&lt;/span&gt; Ewing Grahame thought Celtic’s “performance rarely rose above the ordinary” unlike Bednar and midfielder Bruno Aguiar who Broadfoot thought “soared imperiously above the general anti-football”. Of more interest to the journalists was the altercation between benches in the first half, variously described as a “fracas”, “confrontation”, “heated argument” or “row” but best of all, by Broadfoot, as a “phlegm-coated conversation”. The press corps seems to have a lid on their prickly relationship with Strachan at present although it was left to Harris to note that following the game the Celtic manager was in a “testy mood”. After all of the recent travelling, maybe he just needs a good night's sleep.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115492136551373234?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115492136551373234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115492136551373234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115492136551373234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115492136551373234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-2-time-for-bed-bhoys.html' title='Week 2: Time for bed Bhoys!'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115487389218412426</id><published>2006-08-06T15:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:35:41.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2: I just called to say I love Brew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two games into the season and the writers are already sharpening their guillotine blades after &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rangers&lt;/span&gt; 2-2 draw with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/span&gt; at Ibrox. “Rangers revolution? There was something in the air yesterday at Ibrox but it smelled like revolt,” screamed Phil Gordon in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Independent&lt;/span&gt;, wistfully recalling, and not for the first time, those halcyon days of 1789. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt;’ Douglas Alexander blamed “a mixture of poor defending and slipshod finishing” for Rangers inability to beat the much-maligned United while Neil Irvine in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Telegraph&lt;/span&gt; agreed, covering all bases in citing “sloppy defending, the careless finishing and the slack passing” as the reason for the dropped points. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday’s&lt;/span&gt; Moira Gordon felt that when Rangers are “[going] forward there is always a sense of optimism, but when the opposition find a way past the midfield, disaster looms”. And when names need to be named, and fingers need to be pointed there is only really one man for the job, especially where Old Firm centre-backs are concerned. Rangers’ Karl Svensson had a “shocker” according to Mark Guidi in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt;, and the 22-year-old Swede “looks a long way from the defender that arrived at Ibrox with a glowing reputation.” Inevitably “serious questions are being asked”, although for the time being only by Guidi. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Comment about Dundee United’s play was sparse although Irvine thought they “reveled in their role as underdog, snarling and biting” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;while Michael Grant in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought it an “inspired, uncharacteristic performance”. Grant also provided the best summary of the game believing United benefited significantly from the “fortuitous combination of Rangers squandering one chance after another and then being defensively weak on the rare occasions when they were put under pressure.” &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reports of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kilmarnock’s&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 home win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; were dominated by praise for Steven Naismith’s second-half winner. Scott Mcdermmott of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; and Stewart Fisher in the Sunday Herald both compared it to Ryan Giggs’ ‘ubergoal’ for Manchester United in their 1999 FA Cup semi-final with Arsenal. Martin Hannan in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; thought it an “Archie Gemmill-type dribble” but The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Times’&lt;/span&gt; Richard Wilson summed it up best as “a joyously uninhibited contribution”. Wilson also thought Kilmarnock were “dogged in their application” while Hibernian in the first half were “so smoothly dominant that they could have been three or four goals ahead”. Like last week, Tony Mowbray’s side were rather profligate as they “again showed a lack of composure up front” according to Hannan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/span&gt; raised their championship flag before their 2-0 win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; at Love Street but thankfully there were no Poles on the pitch for the scribes to feed into their portable pun machines. Andrew Smith of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; humorously noted that the flag pole was “about the height of Peter Crouch” but that did nothing to dampen his enthusiasm for “the top flight's incredibles.” The reviews for Motherwell were rather less generous. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunday Times'&lt;/span&gt; Rodger Baillie thought the visitors were “pathetic” and “featureless” while Alan Campbell of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/span&gt; would probably have preferred to have been somewhere else with the words “drizzle”, “tedium” and “dull” prominent in his report. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/span&gt; continued their solid start to the season with a 1-0 home win over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/span&gt;. Richard Moore of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/span&gt; thought Falkirk “played decent football, marked by fluid and accurate passing” prompted by an “inspired show” from 38-year-old Russell Latapy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday’s&lt;/span&gt; Ewan Smith was even more effusive in his praise for the Trinidadian midfielder as he continues to deliver “a series of midfield master classes.”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gavin Berry in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/span&gt; watched as “Dons players left the pitch with the jeers of the fans ringing in their ears” after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; conceded a late equaliser to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/span&gt; at Pittodrie through a Jamie Langfield error. For  the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday Herald’s&lt;/span&gt; Frank Gilfeather “moments of excitement…were spasmodic and there was little for the crowd to get excited about” while Alasdair Fraser in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scotland On Sunday&lt;/span&gt; remarked on Aberdeen’s “strange fragility and lack of composure”. Maybe Stewart Milne needs to make a call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115487389218412426?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115487389218412426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115487389218412426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115487389218412426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115487389218412426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-2-i-just-called-to-say-i-love.html' title='Week 2: I just called to say I love Brew'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115431291548068112</id><published>2006-07-31T02:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:39:26.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1: Prso Leading the People To Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Profligacy was the word of the day following &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rangers'&lt;/span&gt; 2-1 win over &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motherwell&lt;/span&gt; at Fir Park, with Thomas Buffel the main culprit according to most observers. Indeed such was the wastefulness of the Belgian that Ewan Murray of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guardian&lt;/span&gt; felt that "on this evidence the Slovak striker [Sebo] is much needed." The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herald's&lt;/span&gt; Mark Wilson noted that Rangers "created enough chances to win a month's worth of matches" and that for much of the first half, Motherwell were "chasing vapour trails" such was the movement of the visitor's attack. Ewing Grahame in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telegraph&lt;/span&gt; concurred as Motherwell were "out-numbered and outmanoeuvred in midfield, [and] had no answer to the pace and movement of Le Guen's side." Nick Harris of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Independent&lt;/span&gt; had obviously been to see Pirates of the Caribbean 2 during the summer as he commented on Steven Smith's "swashbuckling runs" while Phil Gordon in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Times&lt;/span&gt; opened his report with a stroll down Tenuity Avenue. "With his long hair Dado Prso resembles a French revolutionary hero," wrote Gordon. "So, it was fitting that he was the man who ensured that Paul Le Guen's reign at Rangers began with a hard-fought win at Fir Park yesterday." Sublime stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;While the reaction to Paul Le Guen's first game in charge was unanimously positive, several reporters were not so enthusiastic about the Rangers support and their choice of aural accompaniment, which Wilson noted was "in direct defiance of the reiterated plea from David Murray, the club chairman, to abandon any sectarian baggage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="forMacIE"&gt;&lt;span class="bodyMargin"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115431291548068112?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115431291548068112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115431291548068112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115431291548068112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115431291548068112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/07/week-1-prso-leading-people-to-victory.html' title='Week 1: Prso Leading the People To Victory'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31908016.post-115429473911564915</id><published>2006-07-30T21:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T02:21:07.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1: While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tip-tapping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The new SPL season rose from its summer slumber on Saturday as &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celtic&lt;/b&gt; overcame their pre-season inhibitions to ease past &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/b&gt; 4-1 at Parkhead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;The &lt;i&gt;Sunday Herald’s&lt;/i&gt; Michael Grant saw a “smooth, satisfying” performance filled with “verve and composure” while Patrick Glenn in &lt;i&gt;The Observer&lt;/i&gt; thought Celtic at times “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;buzzed with ambition and inventiveness”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;.  Maciej Zurawski and Kenny Miller also looked “promising” as a partnership according to Grant, while the &lt;i&gt;AFP&lt;/i&gt; reporter appreciated their “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="text" &gt;lively display.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt; However, Andrew Smith of &lt;i&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/i&gt; sounded a small note of caution believing the Celtic showing to be “the same mix of good and indifferent” as last season with Gary Caldwell especially “[failing] to convince”, an opinion shared by committed-Caldwell sceptic Mark Guidi in the &lt;i&gt;Sunday Mail&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The raising of the Premier League flag provided a key into the story for a lot of the scribes but Phil Gordon in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Independent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; could not resist the inevitable Zurawski-inspired pun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“The day had begun with the Celtic captain, Neil Lennon, and chairman, Brian Quinn, unfurling the championship flag for 2005-06 and ended with a Pole raising the standard,” said Gordon, seemingly with no hint of shame. But just to show the press box possesses more than one great mind - who may or may not have been sitting beside the other one - Douglas Alexander in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; reckoned “Poles come in handy when you are trying to raise a flag properly.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Opinions on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;’s performance were thin on the ground with Alexander paying them the false compliment of “polite guests”, while Glenn saw a “gap in class” between Celtic and the “subdued” visitors. Gordon thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;’s “crisp passing a joy to watch” in the opening 25 minutes although no one else, apart from their manager, was prepared to be as kind. Jim Jefferies thought the score was not “a fair reflection” but lamented his side’s “sloppy play” and in a moment of neologistic reflection thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kilmarnock&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; played too much “tippy tappy” football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Strachan thought his side was “excellent” although the Celtic manager seems seldom to be above reproach, even after 4-1 victories, as his “satisfaction with his team's performance embraced a slight smugness”, according to Glenn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;At Easter Road, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hibernian&lt;/span&gt; were held to a 1-1 draw with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/span&gt; but Tony Mowbray's side received rave notices for their performance with a profligacy in front of goal their only crime. Martin Hannan in Scotland on Sunday thought Hibs were “by far the better side” and “totally dominant”. The Sunday Herald’s Natasha Woods thought Tony Mowbray’s side built up a “torrent of pressure” but were let down by “the vulnerabilities which betrayed [them] last season”, namely a lack of goalscoring prowess. Hannan thought Aberdeen were “frankly disappointing” while Rodger Baillie in the Sunday Times appears to have seen enough of the Dons already to know “they look as far away as ever from making a real impact at the top again.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Another team looking unlikely to rise above the mediocrity of last season were &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dundee United&lt;/b&gt; who appear to be a house divided after their disappointing 2-1 home defat to &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Falkirk&lt;/b&gt;. Dave Hammond in the &lt;i&gt;Sunday Herald&lt;/i&gt; cited Falkirk’s “domination of midfield” as a reason for their victory at Tannadice and lamented that United were “outclassed” and based on this performance, are “likely to struggle.” Robert Thomson in the &lt;i&gt;Sunday Times&lt;/i&gt; felt it was a “dreadful afternoon” for United, compounded by the indiscreet lashing of manager Craig Brewster by chairman Eddie Thompson after the match. In contrast to the morbid air around United, Thomson thought Falkirk looked “a young and vibrant” team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blood and guts were on the menu at East End Park as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; edged past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dunfermline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in a 2-1 win. Moira Gordon in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Scotland on Sunday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; thought Hearts showed “character”, normally code for something else, in their victory over Dunfermline. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sunday Herald’s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Stewart Fisher saw “moments of real quality” in the visitor’s display but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Sunday Times’s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Simon Buckland delivered a harsher verdict believing “if you want to reach the Old Firm’s standards, you have to be judged by them” and “Dunfermline away should be maximum points every time.” Ouch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;St. Mirren&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; marked their first game in the top-flight for five years with a 2-1 win at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inverness CT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Scotland on Sunday’s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Alistair Fraser thought the visitors successfully managed “to mimic the strength, solidity and counter-attacking expertise” of their hosts, making them sound a little like Barcelona, but Mark Palmer of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; agreed believing “Inverness were presented with a mirror image of their stooge-like selves.” Palmer also managed to deliver the weekend’s most chilling piece of writing that was obviously a tribute to the late Mickey Spillane. “John Rankin, the debutant, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spiked&lt;/span&gt; over a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;brutal&lt;/span&gt; left-footed ball from just outside the box that comprehensively &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;took out&lt;/span&gt; the St Mirren centre-backs and seared onto Dargo’s forehead for a coruscating opener. In &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;an act of immediate reprisal&lt;/span&gt;, St Mirren &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;drew blood&lt;/span&gt;. After Brown had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spluttered&lt;/span&gt; over, then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;coughed up&lt;/span&gt;, a drive from Craig Molloy…” And I thought Edgar Allan Poe was dark.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31908016-115429473911564915?l=nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/feeds/115429473911564915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31908016&amp;postID=115429473911564915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115429473911564915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31908016/posts/default/115429473911564915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-if-not-critical.blogspot.com/2006/07/week-1-while-i-nodded-nearly-napping.html' title='Week 1: While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tip-tapping'/><author><name>nothing.if.not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08411264390453677878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
