It’s another Saturday and it’s another visit to Easter Road. How would it play out? No one knew. It’s Hibs, it’s anyone’s guess.
I had thought about doing this blog as a vlog, something I am keen to try out, but I have a case of the hiccups that’s driving me insane. I’ve tried the drinking the glass of water from the other side thing, didn’t work. Held my breath, didn’t work so here we hiccing go.
Some changes in the side this week due to international duties being undertaken by Ofir Marciano and John McGinn and injury. Darren McGregor was captain for the day and Dylan McGeouch and Ross Laidlaw made starts. Paul Hanlon is back and was on the bench. Good news indeed.
I should probably mention at some point that we were playing Falkirk and it was a bit of a crucial game.
Out bounded Hibs, led by McGregor. A minutes silence for those who passed in the attack at Westminster on Wednesday then kick off.
What followed was 45 minutes of sheer…confusion. Well, from a fans point of view anyway. Sometimes it’s like we forget why we’re on the pitch. The team seem almost shocked to be there and just flap about and hope Lady Luck is on their side.
Falkirk on the other hand…what a bunch of dirty tactics their manager has instilled in them and it won’t get them anywhere. I am always of the view that football is a contact sport and I think that refs give away too many soft fouls but it’s an absolute disgrace to watch a team run out prepped to be dirty. They had the odd spell of football but to watch professional football players make tackles they know are known as “leg-breakers” on other professional footballers is disgusting. Proud of yourself Houston? Should you manage to get your team into the SPL for next season you’ll have to teach them how to play football again.
Back to football though. Hibs do put us through the mill and that first half was just odd but not unexpected. Watching it I did kind of think it had draw written all over it. As a Hibby though, I did expect Falkirk to sneak a win and for my inner Neil Lennon to be drawn out.
Some of our passes were dismal. Also, why do we keep sending high balls to Jason Cummings? He’s not got the height and the opposition ALWAYS have someone who towers over him marking him. Jason needs the ball to his feet, not his head. At. His. Feet.
Well done to all the Hibernian and Falkirk fans on the 44th minute.
The referee blissfully blew for half time. The referee, I might add, must have been picked off the street before the game because he seemingly didn’t know the rules most of the time. It’s almost as if they grabbed someone and said ‘do you fit this top and shorts? Yes? Then come with me!’.
I’m willing to bet the officials in the Championship wish that we had fourth officials for all games (not just TV and Cup) so they could take the brunt of our Lenny’s rage. The linesman that draws the near side must surely cringe and wish themselves somewhere else. The trouble is, officials, Lenny is usually right. He may go overboard at times but his complaints are generally justified.
We’ve gotten under Neil Lennon’s skin, I think I have written about that before but I believe it to be true. There is something about us that does that to people. Pat Fenlon and Alan Stubbs are recent converts and now Lennon joins them. They feel the passion and the love we have for our club and they feed off it almost. I sit a few seats away from a past Hibernian player who now comes to most every home game. I spoke to him after the game today and he was just so chuffed with the game, with Hibs fight. It beamed off him. That is what we do.
In the first half Jason was taunted by the Falkirk support when he went to take corners but what do Hibs fans do? They outnoise the taunts and this was met with applause from Jason himself when coming to take a corner at where South meets West. I don’t know why opposition fans bother, their taunts gee him up.
Anyway, half time saw the CIS League Cup 2007 legends getting airing, apart from Lewy of course, who was getting a “Lennon half time talk”. Brilliant to see most of the lads together again. Forever in our hearts. My favourite of them all is Rob Jones for his incredible Rob Jones Shoves. He managed them with panache and without being caught by the officials for the most part.
Onto the second half. Frustrated Hibees getting upset. Dunfermline beating Morton 1-0 at Morton. Could Dunfermline hold on? Would Morton come back and win?
Well, Dundee United weren’t part of todays drama as they were off in the Irn Bru Cup Final against St Mirren. They won it and though they are now out of the title race (bar a miracle), but still in the play off place race, well done to them for putting a trophy in their cabinet. I know it seems daft to say they are out the title race because they still could but it’s unlikely.
The beginning of the second half was pretty much how the first half ended. Falkirk only know dirty tricks, Hibs fans frustrated at the poor passes, the hoofballs and the just not shooting. Keatings had replaced Shinnie at half time and brought a new air into the game but it just wasn’t to be, not immediately.
I find it hard to believe that Craig Sibbald is only 21. Firstly, that hair cut, but secondly because his pace is awful. So is his acting. I think Falkirk should release him to Coronation Street.
After shouting ‘this is f***ing mince’ I would be put in my place by a certain cool cat, Mr Efe Ambrose. His 75th minute goal opened the scoring at Easter Road and activated his beautiful celebration.
Oh how we celebrated. Oh how a brilliant Hibs fan in the West ran towards the Falkirk fans with his strip over his head and how we LOVED that. The Fear giving him abuse that we laughed at. Amazing guy. If anyone know who he is, let me know! I’d like to speak with him.
While Falkirk scored within two minutes after the goal. Ahem 1-1.
Hibs business returns to normal. We’ve got it all to do again. This was going to be a draw, we’d not be that much ahead. How dreadful. How Hibs.
What a magical time 90+2 is for us and for Keats who smashed in a winning goal on his standing foot. You, sir, are amazing. A 2-1 win, ten points clear and we can only throw it away.
We’re not going to do that, we’re too good.
All pictures credit to Cameron Allan.
Thanks to the Club and the Hibs Announcer on Saturday for your help.