Filed under: football, Hibees, Rants | Tags: colin calderwood, Edinburgh, edinburgh finest, gibberish, Hibees, Hibernian, hibernian form, mark gorman, mark gorman gibberish, rod petrie, Scottish Football, SPL, the cabbage
After defeat to Motherwell yesterday this very odd man said…
“There are aspects of the game I enjoyed. Problems are there to be solved so that’s what I’m looking forward to doing.”
On Tuesday night after Hibs went out to a team two leagues below the odd bod Calderwood commented…
“We had so many good opportunities, the goalkeeper’s had a number of good saves, we’ve had efforts cleared from the line and I think they defended their goal excellently.
He has so far won 2 out of 15 games.
Being, at best, an armchair fan I have not seen him in action but I am told he stands impassively, hands in pockets, barely involving himself in games and certainly not leaping about like the madman Yogi Hughes had become.
It all just seems like he’s going through the motions.
Remarkably he claims to be “really enjoying it” at Easter Road.
Inevitably, the fans’ ire tends to turn to the manager or the Chairman in these sorts of situation. And Rod Petrie’s extended honeymoon is certainly looking to be over at this moment in time.
The sale of Stokes and Bamba appears to be hitting home now and our lack of action in the transfer market is becoming notable. I’m a great admirer of what Petrie has acheived at Easter Road but it feels like he has made an extraordinarily bad appointment in Colin Calderwood and his earlier reputation for canniness is in danger of becoming one for penny pinching (for which I am told he has a strong internal reputation.)
Lastly, of course, there’s the team itself; some say it is a shadow of its former self, one of the worst to have played for Hibs in many years (if not ever), but I saw Zemamma, Miller, Riordan, Wotherspoon, Murray, Stack and McBride (all in the squad yesterday) play Dundee Utd on 3rd October 2009 and destroy them before drawing 1 -1.
At that point the table looked like this…
A month later it looked even better…
And even by mid January Hibs (with this team) were in touch with the top, so my contention is not that it is the players themselves that are poor but the way in which they are applying themselves.
It feels to me that there is a cancer somewhere in Easter Road that is permeating the team and turning good players into bad. Yogi lost them, and Calderwood has never had them bar one freak night against Rangers.
It needs sorted, and quick.
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It's nice that Nish got a hattrick. But this will be his memory of it.
You sit down to watch probably the poorest match of the season (The Sky commentators were not exactly overwhelming in their early minutes enthusiasm) and then…BBBBAAAAANNNGGGG. The match of the season unfolds.
OK. Good for you. Glad you liked it. Glad we could entertain you. You can fuck off now. This is for the brothers.
Now. Let’s get down to basics.
If you are a Hibs fan , couch (like me) or terracing (like Will) you have to feel that this performance on top of the last 17 is more than unacceptable. Played out, as it was, on national TV we we looked like schoolboys, playing, it must be said, schoolboys.
Our team managed by the enthusiastic young goon that heads PE and theirs by the enduring old git, the Heedie.
The hare trapped well, the wise old tortoise caught up.
Yuk.
Really, this game was one of the most embarrassing advertisements for Scottish football that I think I have ever seen.
If Thicot (thicko) made one pass count I’d be surprised. Every single shot seemed to go in. Hibs were denied two stone wall penalties and Motherwell even missed one.
It was inept (from both sides) from start to finish.
I despair of our game, and especially my team, because this is not a pretty sight.
Goals? Sure. Quality? Aye right.
Celtic and Rangers are very poor football teams and yet they STILL dominate our game.
We, the scrappers, in a huge game, had to play in a sandpit and act like kids.
Barf.
Utterly scunnering.
I have to say Yogi’s naive enthusiasm is endearing. But 2 wins in 17 at the business end of the season?
One more chance. One only.
Well, you can take that fucking smile off yir face eh?
Filed under: football, Hibees, humour, Scotland, sports | Tags: cabbage and ribs, Hibees, Hibs, scottiszh premier league, SPL, the cabbage
Bring on the Jambos. Managed from hell.
Gradually Petrie is being vindicated, as I have mostly supported. (He’s had some amazing transfer deals – Whittaker, Brown and Fletcher in particular.)
Intake of breath…we have a team. Have you seen Liam Miller? Wotherspoon? Zemmama (on form)?
It’s actually quite exciting.
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It’s a good day at Easter Road.
It seems we have hired who I have long thought might be Hibs follow up to Mozza (Tony Mowbray).
A manger who cares and who has a football brain. I now expect a much better season from Hibs but the absolute key must be about holding focus against the lower teams. Yogi needs to teach Hibs that although beating Celtic, Rangers and Hearts is good, beating Hamilton, St Mirren, Motherwell, Aberdeen, Kilmarnock, et al is much, much more important.
Only one problem. In seeking decent images of Yogi Onliner…this was the only good one I could find.
Ach well, we set them up anyway.
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Last night I went to see Copenhagen at The Lyceum. A play about nuclear physics nd mathematics. If you read my previous post you’ll know I found it a kinda boring experience, but I’d gladly have gone every night for a week in preference to watching this cack in a freezing cold Tynecastle Stadium. What a lot of shite. The quality of play defied belief and given that a strong wind blew throughout you’d have thought the players might have opted to play the ball near the ground.
Nope.
Astonishingly the only goal of the game came from a goal kick INTO the wind by Hibs goalie Yves Makalamity that fell at Riordan’s feet on the edge of the box. He was pulled down for a penalty and scored.
I cannot conceive of when I would next choose to go to a Scottish professional football game. The three I’ve been to this year have ALL been crap.
We were in the corporate hospitality bit, but they ran out of hospitality grub before the match before anyone in our group had had a bite to eat. Very impressive.
So, no Prawn Sandwiches for me.
And Hibs were shite too by the way.
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Tom and I went to Parkhead to watch the most boring 4 – 0 victory in the history of 4 – 0 victories
At one point Celtic adopted this interesting 11 – 0 – 0 formation.
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Oh well, might as well be totally pish at everything.
As a Scottish foootball fan one has two options: support the Old Firm (either half will do) or follow your heart and stay local.
I chose that route and support Hibernian FC.
When it comes to your country the choice is rather more restricted. Therefore I support Scotland.
Today I watched my country play Macedonia in what was a very important game. What I witnessed was what I see week in week out from my club team. Complacency.
Scotland, in the first half, against a team ranked 50 or so places behind them in the FIFA rankings were out-fought, out-thought and out-bothered. Scotland didn’t give a fuck. It was a really disappointing thing to see, post Euro 2008 badluckness. Sure, it was a different thing in the second half, when it was a race against time.
‘It was too hot’ they’ll say. But it was the Macedonians who were most suffering at the end. So that is no excuse.
I think the comparison to being a Hibs fan is very relevant here. Week in, week out Hibs fail to beat the rank and file (like St mirren, say) but come the glamour tie all the stops are pulled out (The Old Firm and Hearts).
Scotland can turn it on, big style, against France, Italy and, no doubt, the Dutch but an eminently beatable Macedonian team screwed it for us once again for lack of application.
By the way, I fucking hate, naye loathe, Skopje. I slept in the train station overnight there in 1983 and it was full of fucking idiots. 30 degree heat all night and folk pacing about in leather studs and chains. I honestly don’t know how I got out of there alive.
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Ok, so they won’t be winning the Champion’s League and Carlos Cuellar won’t win Player of the Year this year.
But they might have an outside chance of winning the “Whatever else happens if we beat the fenians it’s all OK league.”
