First things first, lets forget aboot a dreadful first half, the four goals and even though he scored another shadow like performance from Hesselink, but the first test for oor support was passed wie flying colours.
Maybe it's was a get it right up ye gesture to oor neighbours and the Scottish media. They wanted us to fail but were met wie such ditties as Wullie Maley withoot add ons, Hail Hail, This Land is your land, The Fields and the dusted doon taken oot the attic all time classic Celtic that's the team for me.
1-0 to the guid guys but further tests next week after a 3 hour booze fuelled trip to Aberdeen.
On the field well in the 1st half we were poor, so poor in fact that i'm worried aboot the fact that we lacked balance, lacked the hustle, lacked bite and were oot played for spells by a 39yo and buffered around by a lump from Crewe.
It disnny matter how well we played in the second, that is also debatable as it could be put doon to Falkirk's midfield tiring, oor poor first half against a side that is not half as guid as Moscow is a cause for concern.
We lacked presence in defence and were oot muscled in the middle. The need for a cover, for Donatti, who had a decent game forced oor scrappy equaliser, and Broon who had an outstanding game, is there for all to see as we look fragile. Who gets left oot and who is that cover remains to be seen.
Half time came and went, wie Jim Jeffries, Rob McLean and Big Feck giving us their "expert views" at half time in what looked like the workies hut for the new stand that's being built, which was basically Falkirk are great Celtic are shite and r*ngers will win the league by November and as the game kicked off for the second half it wisnny difficult to argue wie them.
Then unsure what happened. We started creating chances, we were finding oor final baw but still had the annoying habit of crossing the ball early to naebody in the box or to the first Falkirk defender. Kenny Miller was terrorising the Falkirk back line and was showing his strike partner what a bit of sweat and toil could do.
One move, involving Miller, a sweeping passage of play, that went from deep inside oor half, through the middle then a perfect ball to a marauding fullback, a great baw into the middle, quick thinking from Miller to dummy the cross into the on rushing Donati's path whose shot ended up in Polmont, which was a shame as if it had went in it was the type of goal we hope to score and the type of goal that has musical scores written aboot it.
It involved pace, invention and quick thinking, something that has been missing. We got oor noses in front after a 10 min spell when we were steamrolling the Falkirk team. They were slipping deeper and their on loan impressive goalie was keeping them in the game.
Then a baw whipped in, McGeady tried the spectacular overheid kick, which hit the post and rebounded to Miller who fired a low shot by Krul. 2-1. After a dubious sending off came a trademark Naka freekick, which Naka celebrated by blowing a kiss to the support and pumping his fist on his badge. The fourth a simple tap in for Hesselink after a through baw from Miller.
The Westfield emptied, the Celtic support sang "Discoland" and GS was told to stop over celebrating. As he said in his interview afterwards it's ok for guys to shout, scream and abuse him in front of weans but then take offence at him jumping up and doon like a demented leprechaun on smarties.
Keep on winning Gordon and that will shut them up.
Forza
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