Hibs go to Parkhead.
We get a caning.
Celtic have 95% possesion. (Or so you’d believe listening to the commentary; when in actual fact they have 52%)
They have 16 corners.
We have 2.
They have endless chances. We have next to none (or so you’d believe listening to the commentary; when in actual fact they have only a few more than us. Well, 9.)
They go one up in 4 minutes then miss and miss and miss.
We break away and score.
We break away and score (again)
In the 92nd minute.
(The Jambos get murdered 3 – 0 at home.)
Thank you for that.