SANDMAN'S DEFINITIVE RATINGS - CELTIC v KILTHEMWITHFIRE part 2

Sandman

Well-known member
SANDMAN'S DEFINITIVE RATINGS - CELTIC v KILTHEMWITHFIRE part 2

continued... From the other bit. Part 1, yeah?

part 2:




JAMESY - 5/10

Alright wee man? No doubt will bump into you floating about
Prestwick in the off-season but it looked today like you
beat me to it. An absent afternoon for the Flying Flasher,
barged his way up cul-de-sacs and ran headless-horseman
fashion into trouble.


ROGIC - 7/10

Tie me kangaroo doon. He's about 10% off being the devastating
Aboriginie bedazzler we love almost as much as Jenny Agutter skinny
dipping in Walkabout.

But he's not quite hitting that sort of startling sunkissed-muff
eye-opening performance yet. Just about got there today with some
guileful footwork but the openings he created were defaulted by
mistimed finishes or wasted by team-mates - superb sleight-of-hand
as desperation grew to set up a bemused Eddy to waste
the chance when everybody and his dug - wee Elvis the wire-haired
Scottish Terrier barked that it was a 'fucking certainty' - thought
Big T was going to stroke it past the keeper himself.

I have a feeling the smouldering-eyed Koala-hunter is going to hit peak
form at Pittodrie and Mordor; that's so exciting a thought that you'll
probably get the whiff of wee off these words.


FRENCH EDDY - 7.5/10

Mais pourquoi? Eddy displayed some wonderful French existentialist
expressions as his efforts faded like a Marcel Marceau mime of
'solvency' at an Ibrox half-time show.

Despite several moments, none provided the glory he's come to expect.

Mais pourquoi?

Because that's just how them dice roll, Eddy. He's still NOT a lone
striker but he's doing superbly well in that role, even if playing with
his back to the opposition goal is stifling his effectiveness by approximately
37% (stat from Sandman Laboratory of Abstract Sport Science Picking Numbers
Out Of the Ether Department).

As witnessed when he got turned and ran at them, causing chaos. Eddy is an
old-fashioned inside-forward, best deployed with the ball at his feet just
inside the opposition half and slaloming at them.

He requires a strike partner to efficiently utilise his top-class ability. We sold
the intended one at the beginning of the season. We need to find another
and work on a front duo. Sacrifice a wide man if necessary and let the
full-back have that side to use.


SUBS:


HAYES - 6/10

Sent over the top as a time-killing exercise, Johhny applied himself with
his usual war-torn verve, gave away a stupid free-kick but didn't flinch
when faced with lung-busting runs to cover or carry the ball to safety.
'Behind the lines', as the other players tell him.


SAM JACKSON - 6/10

Looked a bit more like his Muthufuckin' self - a sharp few touches and turns
reminded us of the muthufucka from last September that ran the Huns ragged.
Could this be another muthufucka on his way back?



MANAGER:

LENNY - 8.5/10

He's nearly gotten them over the line. He set up well, he played the players
we would expect to be required in the summer. He asked them to be more direct,
to mix up the play; they did so.

He can do NOTHING about the final product, the final ball, the strike - that's
down to the players' sharpness and wits. He threw the centre-halves forward
(please note that Rodgers did NOT do this with tactical adherence) and let them
decide at their own volition to stick or twist. Big Jozo twisted and got the
second (or third) ball from an initial set-piece. We'll start to score more goals
from corners under Lennon.

Now we're one point and one cup win from an unprecedented treble treble.
This WILL be Neil Lennon's treble. Rodgers had sapped the verve from Celtic,
Neil Lenonn brought back the will to power.



OVERALL - 8/10

What about those Killie bastards? How dare they turn up and attempt to
upset the Celtic on such an emotional day. Would Cesar have had it any other
way? A battling win against a very useful team. They surprised us all with
their attacking intent - Steve Clarke must rue his near-perfect tactical
counter to Celtic's guile: plenty of pace to trouble us on the break and
a bunch of hooligan defenders with hunger for blood sacrifices.

We saw why Killie have been fighting around the top four all season and we
also saw why WE are going to be champions - even our technicians have a bit
of the cage-fighter mentality about them; relentless refusal to accept anything
less than a win. We misfired against Aberdeen and Livingston. Today we
delivered.

Title run-ins are never a breeze - check back over the years. Champions dig it
out when the going gets tough. Thankfully, despite the most unusual circumstances
brought about by the egotistical greed of Judas II, Lennon kept the champions
on track when the wheels were falling off.

This title will be sweet. There has never been a time through the eight where
the stars were aligned so dramatically to facilitate our failure. One more point
will banish the curse of Rodgers.


GREEN BRIGADE - 10/10

A fitting tribute, a heartfelt display, a powerful emotive remembrance of
a Celtic Ghod.



LEGENDS:

McNEIL 10/10

His defining moment came not in the magical memory of the
silver chalice of champions held aloft, but in the eighth
minute of the game back in May 1967, those seconds after
Mazzola had stroked in the Inter penalty.

There and then, the Great Captain had his choice - resignation
of an insurmountable deficit agianst the unbeatable giants
of Europe and the patent holders of catenaccio; a damage
limitation exercise, keeping his team's heads together,
getting them through...

Or, offering something beyond what seemed inevitable.
Offering not hope or encouragment but demanding the
impossible - reminding his men they were not here to be
another footnote in Internazionale's domination of the
game, but had fought their way to Lisbon on merit,
and their destiny was to break the stranglehold of
football's cosa nostra.

He proclaimed his demands in the heat of Lisbon, and
his Lions triumphed. You know the history. His history.

In that moment of the lift, as that gleaming big cup was
raised above the head of a tired young man wearing the green
and white Hoops, the Great Captain became the Great Cesar.

Forever revered by those who loved him, those who knew him,
those who supported him, and those - us! - who are forever
Celtic.

Forever and beyond will he be held in our hearts, in our awe
and affections. His name will ring from the terraces and stands
long after we are gone. There was only one King Billy and that
was McNeil. Rest In Peace.

Hail, Hail, the Great Cesar.




Sandman.
 
I have a feeling the smouldering-eyed Koala-hunter is going to hit peak form at Pittodrie and Mordor; that's so exciting a thought that you'll
probably get the whiff of wee off these words.

Agreed. Rogic may have had an off-day, not completely his fault (passes were there, teammates were not), but I think he's on the way back. Looking for great things from the Wizard going forward.
 

Members online

Latest posts

Back
Top