Having imposed a ban on myself going to Ibrox (nasty, plod related incident) I settled for listening to yesterday’s game on the wireless. That is, till the phone rang and a familiar voice telt me the game was on in a rather pleasant Leith eatery the Allans frequent on a regular basis.
With fifteen minutes of the first half remaining, I managed to squeeze firstborn and I into a wee spot near the telly, surrounded by I dunno 50-80 boistrous Hibees, with pizza slices passing overhead, carbonaras being sucked down disney style, and draught Peroni beer flowing like wine. It felt good.
The first half finished with hibs not looking troubled at all. To be fair, we didn’t really trouble Rangers in that last 15 either.
Johnny Collins made a change for part two, and from the off Hibs looked livlier. Philipe Morais really does look like a footballer, the type we all think Beuzy should be.
Throughout the half Hibs had nice wee spells of possession, but looked more dangerous on the break. The impasse though was broken on the hour mark.
A Morais corner was headed home by fans favourite David Murphy, probably the last hibs player the opposition would mark at a corner. From that moment on the game was NEVER in doubt.
Rangers had a couple of chances, but relied on the hopeless long ball most of the time. Hibs on the other hand settled into a passing controlling game Ajax ‘72 would be proud of. It felt like 10 minutes, but 2.5 would be more accurate, when Rangers, at home, never got a sniff of the ball. It was beautiful stuff from the Hibernians, and it’s very obvious John Collins philosophy is getting through to the players.
Normally, with 10 to go and one nil up against the old firm, we start the whistles. Not this time, not today. The 3 minutes overtime was not nearly enough. If another goal was coming it was from the men in green. Sadly though, the game eventualy did end, with Hibernian jubilant and top of the league.
Jubilant and top of the league.
The scenes in leiths finest eatery were fantastic, every bit as good as my experiences in Italy the night they won the World Cup. Chorus of “top of the league” “we are unbeatable” “Johnny Collins….” “Copland Road” it was superb, ecstatic, a moment to savour.
Jubilant and top of the league, lang may JC’s lum reek.
Sean Allan
With fifteen minutes of the first half remaining, I managed to squeeze firstborn and I into a wee spot near the telly, surrounded by I dunno 50-80 boistrous Hibees, with pizza slices passing overhead, carbonaras being sucked down disney style, and draught Peroni beer flowing like wine. It felt good.
The first half finished with hibs not looking troubled at all. To be fair, we didn’t really trouble Rangers in that last 15 either.
Johnny Collins made a change for part two, and from the off Hibs looked livlier. Philipe Morais really does look like a footballer, the type we all think Beuzy should be.
Throughout the half Hibs had nice wee spells of possession, but looked more dangerous on the break. The impasse though was broken on the hour mark.
A Morais corner was headed home by fans favourite David Murphy, probably the last hibs player the opposition would mark at a corner. From that moment on the game was NEVER in doubt.
Rangers had a couple of chances, but relied on the hopeless long ball most of the time. Hibs on the other hand settled into a passing controlling game Ajax ‘72 would be proud of. It felt like 10 minutes, but 2.5 would be more accurate, when Rangers, at home, never got a sniff of the ball. It was beautiful stuff from the Hibernians, and it’s very obvious John Collins philosophy is getting through to the players.
Normally, with 10 to go and one nil up against the old firm, we start the whistles. Not this time, not today. The 3 minutes overtime was not nearly enough. If another goal was coming it was from the men in green. Sadly though, the game eventualy did end, with Hibernian jubilant and top of the league.
Jubilant and top of the league.
The scenes in leiths finest eatery were fantastic, every bit as good as my experiences in Italy the night they won the World Cup. Chorus of “top of the league” “we are unbeatable” “Johnny Collins….” “Copland Road” it was superb, ecstatic, a moment to savour.
Jubilant and top of the league, lang may JC’s lum reek.
Sean Allan
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