If there’s one thing you can be entirely sure of with Hibs it’s that they’ll be inconsistent. It’s the only thing they are consistent with. Not that it’s a new thing. Most Hibees will have seen this and may feel the same. What the hell happens to us?
At least once a season, usually about this time of year, we have a spell where we just…I don’t know. Do you ever get that weird feeling when your sugar levels drop and a lethargy over comes you? That seems to be what happens with Hibs. Something similar anyway. It’s like a lethargy shrouds us and we just lose it.
Saturday was a prime example of it. The ground felt weird the moment I walked in. There was an odd atmosphere. I put it down to having been up since six for work and being tired. It just felt strange, like we were all expecting something stupid to happen but not mentioning it to each other.
The elderly gentleman who sits beside me asked me what I thought the score would be and I responded that I didn’t even want to take a wild guess at that. After a week of backing donkeys at Cheltenham (one came in 19th!) I was in no place to be trying to guess what the score was going to be on Saturday.
About four minutes into the game I already knew what we were going to be doing for the entire match. Dumbarton were parking their bus and we just do not know how to deal with that. What will we do? Well, let’s have a team flap.
The first half was AWFUL. Absolutely nothing good going on there at all. Of course, referee awards penalty to Dumbarton and who takes it? Of course, Christian Nade. He scores and they go in at half time 1-0 ahead. Hibs go in ready for a tongue lashing.
I was glad it was half time because previously, a half time team shout from Neil Lennon usually bucks us up a bit.
At times I thought they had 22 men on the park because every one of our players seemed to be double-marked. Then, in a melee in the goalmouth Dumbarton scored again, but thankfully for us it was their own goal and it levelled the match. Thank you Daniel Harvie, you put us back in the game.
So it seemed we had silenced the Dumbarton tambourine. For a little while anyway. A mere five minutes later Thomson shot from outside the box and BAM, they were 2-1 up.
The crowd were not happy. Every misjudged pass, every stretched out passing play was questioned by the crowd and rightly so. Why are we making six thousand passes before the ball even gets considered for the box?
Then Keats has a penalty saved. Holty brought down in the box. Yes, a penalty saved. Could the day get any worse?
Just before the 80 minute mark there was a tussle between Jordon Forster and, who else, Christian Nade. The incident ended up (somehow) in the technical area where, witnessed by everyone there, Nade punched Forster. The only people in the region who didn’t see it were the linesman, who was standing looking at it, and the referee.
I’d had a fairly quiet match up until then but I was on my feet at that. Should have been a straight red for Nade but referee consulted with linesman and both Nade and Forster got a yellow. No, no way. A punch is violent conduct, isn’t it? Dumbarton hooked Nade immediately.
Thankfully Martin Boyle sneaked us an enqualiser in the 83rd, aided by a mistake from keeper Alan Martin, and I will allow that the team did try very hard to keep the attack on for the remaining few minutes and Dumbarton’s shaky keeper could have been easily beat had we been able to properly have a shot on goal. A couple of corners, a few chances but it finished 2-2 and that was that.
All is not lost though. Other scores actually went our way (for a change). Raith (when did they slip down to 7th?) beat Dundee Utd 2-1 and Morton beat Falkirk 1-0 putting them on level points with tomato heads team. We still have a seven point advantage on Falkirk (and Morton) who have played all their games so far, we have one in hand and Morton have two.
We really, really, REALLY, can only throw this away now. If we don’t win automatic promotion then…
I don’t believe we will chuck it in any way. Hopefully the players gave themselves a fright because Saturday was a horror show. Ever been asleep and had a nightmare that you couldn’t get yourself out of? That was how this match was. One of those dreams where you only have your underpants on? Yep that too. Just a disaster.
Hibs played on Saturday as if the league was already won and all they had to do was turn up. Well, Hibs, that’s not the case. As fans, we have put in all of our efforts this season. I single out this season because the season ticket sales soared. The away support have been terrific, travelling everywhere in numbers and often being treated to some poor displays but never losing the faith. The home support has been huge. We have been noisy and we have supported the team. The singing section looks like it’ll move to the FF stand to increase fan participation in singing. That’s a huge move for the singing section who have been doing a fantastic job this season.
No one has lost the faith. It’s just taken a bashing at the moment. We need that team, our team, to stand up, admit they were awful and prove to us that it’s not going to be how they are now.
We have Falkirk this coming Saturday. We have Jason back for it but Marciano and McGinn away. I’m not worried about losing Marciano, Laidlaw did fine when he was out before, but I would ask Strachan to give us back McGinn if he has no interest in playing him on the Sunday. What international experience is he gaining sitting in the stands? Yes, proud of him for getting the call up but if Strachan has no use for him then we do and we’ll happily take him back for the Saturday game. I’m happy our boys get selected but overall I am club before country. I will support Neil Lennon if he asks for McGinn to come back.
Please, please, please stop apologising for when supporters say swear words. I know you are trying to avoid complaints but, basically, when you have competitive sport you’re going to get some choice words. People watching football on the TV are more than likely aware of this. Basically you are apologising for fan enthusiasm. Stop it. Stop it. If you need to, at the start of the game tell us that there may be some choice wording but don’t apologise for it. It’s patronising the emotion that fans feel for their clubs, most of the time.
Back to Hibs
Personally, I would have had the squad in for an 8 am training session on Sunday. Or earlier. The weather is crap, it ruins their Saturday night (not a fan of that but there is good reason) and it means the manager is serious.
Otherwise, it’s time to get serious. One week to get ready to welcoming Falkirk here. If we fail in that endeavour then we need to question who we are.
In saying all that. None of us are going to stop supporting you, Hibs. Just get the finger oot and finish what we’ve started. We love you 😀
Thank you to our very own Callum Kane who provided inspiration for the blog and for the title 🙂