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Scottish Cup magic ends but the pride in Hibs goes on

“Here we go, two in a row”.

We sung it and we sung it proud because from the very start of this seasons defence of our cup win we believed we could do it.  And why not? We, as a championship team, had won it last season leaving premiership teams in our wake as we headed to the final to break our 114 year Scottish Cup drought.

The season 2016/17 was all about promotion, that was the job given to Neil Lennon and his men.  Automatic promotion was the goal and anything else was a bonus.  This past season the cup would be a bonus.

Then the singing section came up with “here we go, two in a row” and it felt right.  If nothing else then the song built the excitement and the wonder that maybe, just maybe, we could go that far.  It would be immense.

Still, the main aim of the entire season was the automatic promotion.  We didn’t want play offs, we wanted automatic and that’s why we put our faith in Neil Lennon.  He delivered.  Our season was sloppy, too many draws that potentially could have been wins but hey, they could have been losses as well. We did it, we became Champions with games to spare and a semi-final to go into where we could just relax.

Saturday 22nd April 2017.  Thousands of Hibby’s rise at stupid o’clock for a 12.15 kick off at Hampden.  I could launch into a fifteen thousand word essay about these ridiculous kick-off times for the semi’s but who would actually take notice? Not the SFA, not Police Scotland and not Sky Sports.

Personally I had one leg out of my bed for about an hour and I was classing this as being half up.  The sun was shining through the curtains, the brain was saying it was a brilliant day for footy, the body was saying otherwise.  The body was saying “six weeks on a sun lounger in Spain wouldn’t go astray” (long week).

Anyway, it was what it was and the sports channels dictate the times and we had to go with it.  Twenty thousand Hibees would turn up to Hampden to help Hibs defend the Scottish Cup.

Help they did.  Singing from the word go, you’d think there was only one set of fans in the HQ of Scottish football.  Our fans were AMAZING.  Yet that is no surprise.  In recent years we’ve upped our game, we’ve kept the faith and we’ve shown it.  We grumble at times but we always have the right to and the grumbling it usually spot on.  That doesn’t stop us supporting this team to death.

The first minute of the semi-final was a complete nightmare.  No one can deny that.  John McGinn is surrounded, the ball gets taken off him, our defence is a shambles and BANG, inside 15 seconds Adam Rooney puts Aberdeen 0-1 up.

Hibs just hadn’t turned up and we were poor.  It was disappointing because there was no need for us to be poor.  We’ve shone in the cup games in the last two years against opponents with leagues position below us and, more importantly, above us.

The day seemed to get even worse when, in the 25th minute, Maricano made and error that saw him help Ryan Christies shot into the back of the net.  0-2 down and not half an hour gone.

Our opponents from across Edinburgh were quick to jump onto social media to “have a good laugh”, although why they felt they could do that is beyond me.  They have poor memories is what I’m putting it down to.

On the touchline Neil Lennon as clearly…unhappy with the first half an hour and in the 34th he hooked Fraser Fyvie – who was not amused – and brought on Grant Holt instead.  A bold move which would prove crucial as two minutes later Holty put Hibs back in the game and made it 1-2.

Our fans, who had been singing anyway, got louder.  We were back in the game.  Half time came and we’d picked up a bit.  Not a great first half.

The second half we came out and we played.  We stepped up and we played our game. We were more exciting, we took more of the possession and on the hour mark Dylan McGeouch slotted home to put us back on level terms against the second best team in the country.  Unfortunately Dylan sustained an injury which meant he had to be replaced by Andrew Shinnie (facing his brother Graeme).  Dylan has had no luck with injuries lately so let’s hope this isn’t a long term injury.

The fans sang and sang and on the pitch Hibs gave a great account of theirselves and but, for an unfortunate OG by Darren McGregor in the 85th, we were looking towards Extra Time.  Football luck tilted Aberdeens way and it’s them that go through to the final on May 27th.

I personally thought Hibs managed to forget that dreadful first half hour or so and played well for at least all of the second half.  When the final whistle went I was annoyed and disappointed we weren’t through, I was gutted for Darren McGregor but I felt great pride in my team.  In eleven months we’d lifted the Scottish Cup and won our League.  Not bad eh.  In two years we’ve been on two amazing cup runs.  I can live with that, especially dumping Hearts out.  We gave them four chances in two years to dump us out and we all know how that ended up…

This is the reason 20,000 fans stayed to sing their players off the park.  Not boo, there was no need for that, but sing.  Aberdeen fans were well outsung.  It was an amazing feeling.

That’s why I was more than slightly surprised to listen to Lenny’s after match interview with Sky Sports.  Lenny’s grown on me over the season.  I really like him now but to hear him say that the team were “pathetic” and “rubbish” and, in another interview saying that the team were back to their “boy band worst”.  I get his points about the way the first two goals were lost, I understand his point on playing the length of the game and I know he’s a winner who expects to win but sometimes you don’t win.  I wanted to win that match as much as any other fan and as much as he did but sometimes you just don’t win.  Sometimes your team just gets caught out, or loses a goal from an unlucky deflection.  You can play 90 minutes of sexy football but lose because you didn’t get enough goals.  You can play 90 minutes of brain-numbing football and win, we know that this season.  We all know how frustrating this game is.

However, he’s said it, it’s out there and some will agree that he said those things and some will disagree.  What I hope the players really remember about Saturday 22 April 2017 is that, despite it all, 20,000 fans on the losing side sang them off the park because the biggest emotion we have for the team and the club is Pride.

GGTTH

 

 

Third Time Lucky! Hibs are the Championeeeeeees! 🏆

What.  A.  Day.

What a day Saturday was.

Finally, after three long years, Hibs have gained automatic promotion from the Championship to the Scottish Premier League.  We’ve done it.  We’ve actually done it.

What a journey it’s been just over the last three years.  Another bumpy ride on the rollercoaster that is Hibernian, but I wouldn’t choose any other rollercoaster to ride.

There’s no point in rehashing the relegation.  It happened.  It was disappointing but, as one fan said to me on Saturday, it might just have been a good thing.

He had brought his son to his first ever Hibs game (good one to choose!) and they had travelled from Manchester to see it.  He asked us a few questions about how the season had been as he’d not been to many games himself but then he said that when you look back on it there is a thought that Hibs were in a bad place and relegation was probably what we needed.

No doubt.  Leeann Dempster came in and appointed Alan Stubbs et al and there the rebuild started from near scratch.  At the time is was crap.  It felt awful but now, looking back, looking at what we’ve achieved, at the team we’ve become – a winning team – it’s been worth it.  It really has.

Neil Lennon, speaking after Saturday’s game, thanked Alan Stubbs for leaving him an excellent platform to build on.  That’s what it’s been, a re-build and it’s been up and up the whole time.

It’s been a slog at times, no one will deny that.  Chins have been scratched at some performances and results.  Brows have been furrowed at missed chances, slack passes and doubtful shots but hey, here we are, Championship Champions 2016/17.

It’s not been without it’s frustrations, that’s for sure.  This season we’ve had some mixed results and some tedious play on the park, but we’ve done it.  Although, looking at how we played Saturday (we were brilliant, by the way) you just sort of wish we’d played like that all season but it doesn’t matter – because we did it.

The match itself was super.  Queen of the South came out wanting something and really didn’t give up.  Although Marciano made a couple of brilliant saves he wasn’t really called into action for the majority of the game.  Not like his opposite number, Lee Robinson, whose quick thinking stopped the score becoming embarrassing for QotS.

Darren McGregor is, for me, the Player of the Year.  He’s been consistent throughout the season and given 100% every time he was asked to.  He’s living the dream.  Hibernian fan, playing for the team he loves.  Lifts the Scottish Cup with Hibs last season and this season fires a brace that helps his team win the league.  He’s flying.

Saturday’s game was a strange one because after a header from Captain Fantastic put us three-nil up the stadium seemed to go quiet.  Our game was sorted but elsewhere, just along the road really, at Falkirk they were drawing with St Mirren 1-1.

This time of the season always gets me, all this adding up and taking away and how many points for this and that.  I’m not a numbers person really but even I understood that on Saturday we needed to win and there had to either be a draw in Falkirk or or a St Mirren win.  St Mirren did their bit.  What a run of form they had hit in this not being relegated battle.  A few weeks ago I would have said that Falkirk were a cert for this game but going into the three o’clockers on Saturday I felt St Mirren had it in them.  They did.  They took the lead twice to lead 0-1, 1-1, 1-2 and finishing 2-2.  Thank you St Mirren.  We hope Houston’s bright red head of anger didn’t explode causing any injuries.

As I said, the crowd sort of silenced after the third goal.  Not because the game was boring or anything like it, in fact, far from it, it was a good game.  The focus though, was on events in Falkirk and many heads were tipped towards phones, refreshing madly to see who would prevail in Falkirk or would it be a draw? Even when Hibs were on the break there was something of an “aye, aye! We’ve won, wait a minute until my app updates the scores elsewhere!”.

Exuberance Prevention Scheme

Then, of course, came the comedy moment in the match.  Nearing the end the stewards rolled out their Exuberance Prevention Scheme.  We weren’t to go on the pitch, it would seem.  The East stand had the one railing with red and white tape approach.  That was one railing every few feet and red and white tape spanning the gaps.

That’ll work.

Seriously though, what’s the issue here? Down south when a team say in League 2 or League 1 or the Championship gain promotion their fans pile on the pitch to celebrate with the team.  Why is there such nail biting up here about the same thing? If Hibs fans launched themselves onto the pitch today it would have been purely about celebration and nothing else.  No QotS supporter was going to invade the pitch to cause bother, in fact, their support should be applauded.  A good few of them stayed behind to watch the league winning team return to the pitch and clapped when they took their lap of honour past them.  The fact that stewards (yes acting on orders from above somewhere) brought out those tiny barriers and tape was more an encitement, in my view, for fans to leap onto the pitch.

On the funny side, if you’ve never heard a stadum full of football united in laughter then hopefully someone caught it on video.  From the East stand the the song “what the fucking hell is that?” and from the West the request “where’s our barriers?”.  We really felt left out.  But then we had extra stewards deployed to us.  Ah, they just weren’t sure, would the West stand surprise them? Well, if we hadn’t knackered ourselves laughing then we might have.  Honestly, let supporters celebrate.  It’s the way forward.

So we stood by our seats after the final whistle.  We were waiting on the result from Falkirk.  We knew the current score, we waited on the final whistle.  When it came through Block 43 announced it before the club did (they tried to) and the party started.  It started and it went on.  I was an early fall out from it.  To those who stayed out and who are maybe still out being the Easter weekend, enjoy it, or those who went home, it doesn’t matter, we’ll all enjoy it.  Enjoy every minute of it because it’s deserved.  It’s so very deserved.

To add to that, our very own Signing of the Decade, Leeann Dempster, put out a thank you.

It has been a longer journey than any of us would have liked, but Hibernian has finally arrived at the destination we have all worked so hard to reach – promotion to the top flight of Scottish football.

It would be wrong to celebrate without first thanking you, Hibernian’s magnificent supporters, for standing by your Club during these difficult three years.

Difficult they have been; an emotional roller-coaster with the deep lows of play-off defeats contrasting with the incredible high of May 21st last year. Through all of this, and more, you the supporters have continued to commit to season tickets, buy shares either individually or as members of Hibernian Supporters Limited, or walked up to buy tickets.

Through it all you continued to turn out and support your team in increasing numbers. Thank You. Winning this Championship is dedicated to you and your families who have kept this club going through the years.

I’d like to congratulate Neil and his coaching staff, and of course the players, for working hard to win the Championship. They have worked incredibly hard, dealt with pressure, and there is no arguing that they have deserved to win the league.

Thanks are also due to the Board, the Chairman, and the principal shareholder for their continued support and encouragement.

Finally, I’d also like to personally thank all of the staff who work long hours behind the scenes, but whose contribution is also vitally important in making progress at the Club. Without them, none of this would have been possible.

Now we can all look forward to re-establishing Hibernian as a force at the top end of Scottish football. Season Ticket sales are running at record levels, the mood around the Club is buoyant. Exciting times lie ahead. The forecast – Sunshine on Leith.

Leeann

The fans have been phenomenal.  Buying season tickets just because we want to.  It’s assured that Hibs fans saw something happening a couple of seasons ago and signed up to join the ride and wow, what a ride it’s been ups and down, a Scottish Cup and promotion.  I mean, even Celtic can’t claim promotion…😉

The singing section has been amazing, getting the atmosphere going and keeping it going and coming up with song after song.  My favourite is the Darren McGregor song.

They’re all great though.  What a time to be a Hibby.

GGTTH 💚

 

Boring Hibs while SFA show they haven’t a clue

You pretty much don’t have to attend a Hibs game at the moment to know how the script goes.

Hibs turn up, league leaders, really needing a win just to be safe and come away with a draw or a boring win instead.  Or, in the case of St Mirren, a loss.  As league leaders we should be blowing away those below us in the first forty-five, if not then in sixty-minutes but we’re not, we’re like a gentle breeze.

However, a boring win is a win.  A draw is annoying but it’s a point and it’s not a loss and all going well and all going our way, we will be confirmed league winners next Saturday and can look forward to the Scottish Cup semi the following week.  Of course, one of the things that needs to go right next week is that we need to beat Queen of the South at Easter Road.  Surely, Hibs, surely!

Saturday’s trip to Morton had a few talking points beforehand.  One was, of course, would Neil Lennon and Jim Duffy go for it in round 2? Answer: no they didn’t. In fact, they shocked most of the pundits and even their own players as they strode towards each other (worrying at that bit) and hugged.  It wasn’t even the start of a wrestling move but a genuine hug with smiles and everything else.  They went on to do a joint interview just to show there were no hard feelings.

That’s why all these complaints from the Compliance Officer are so silly.  Yes, we have our rules and everything that goes with it.  It was a bad flare up at Easter Road which maybe should have earned the managers a carpeting by their clubs but this dragging it out over weeks is just a nonsense.  The SFA though, they like everyone to know they are in charge, even if they don’t appear to know what they’re doing.

Kudus Oyenuga, according to the Compliance Officer, would face no further action following his theatrics at Easter Road.  Despite reviewing that footage that clearly showed him making the most out of the event, he wasn’t to face any further action.

So, Hibs fans were annoyed and rightly so because if the Compliance Officer was saying Oyenuga was innocent then our own Darren McGregor was surely going to have his red card upheld.  It’s a logical assumption to make.  If Oyenuga hasn’t cheated then the Compliance Officer would have to find Darren guilty and then he would face a two match ban.

This is no ordinary football association though.  This is the Scottish Football Association.  Sanity doesn’t rule here.  What does rule?  Well, that’s not for me to say but think what you will.

No space left under the SFA carpet

On Thursday Darren’s red card was reduced to a yellow.  Nick Walsh’s horrendous mistake was, again, brushed under a carpet that’s now having trouble containing everything that’s under there.  Move along now, nothing to see here.  There was no incident.

Really? So what caused the following bust up then? Can only have been Oyenuga’s terrible tackle.  Effectively, Hibs are getting hammered for a shocking tackle on Jordon Forster.  That’s what the SFA are indicating by their decisions so far.

Add to that the fact that the SFA and Police Scotland are still giving Muttley style laughs as they announced that if you were on the pitch on 21st May 2016 you are still getting a knock on the door.  They’re still calling it a riot.  Oh dear then to Sheffield United and Doncaster fans who invaded the pitch on Saturday afternoon as their teams secured promotion.  Oh no wait.  You don’t come under the SFA’s jurisdiction so your FA and your local police forces will probably just say “tut, tut”.  Slap on the wrists and enjoy your victories.

Not in Scotland though.  Oh no.  Run onto the pitch after 114-year wait for the Scottish Cup and you are the vilest type of criminal the SFA and Police Scotland have ever seen.  Almost a year after the event and Operation Tonish shows no sign of winding down.  I’m so pleased that my taxes are going into this, I mean, Police Scotland are obviously so rich that they can continue to spend money on this.  Either that or it’s so very cheap to view footage for a year and then someone jumps up and shouts “he looked at Wallace the wrong way, bring him in!”.

When does it end?

I don’t have a problem over all with Police Scotland, but this continual insistence to go after people who were partying is terrible.  And, of course, many will make the link between Police Scotland and the SFA.

It’s time for change in Scotland.  The SFA are not up the task that they face.  They aren’t running Scottish football, they aren’t doing what is right for the game up here.  But who will start the change? Malky McKay? The supporters? Anyone?

Lennon is getting some stick for the Morton game at Cappielow.  Yes, he’s the manager but he’s not the players.  It’s just so frustrating how we’re playing just now.  Hibs need to can the hoofball.  We have proven, through Alan Stubbs, that we CAN play football so why we resort to the hoofball is ridiculous.  We played superb football under him and when Lenny took over we did the same.

I ask the Hibs players; where has this lacklustre display come from? What is the reason? You are all capable. You are all good enough.  Why aren’t we putting teams away?

GGTTH

 

Square go’s, red cards and a frustrating Hibs display

Never particularly like to start a Hibs blog with comments about refereeing but I am this time.  Nick Walsh had an absolute nightmare of a game on Wednesday evening at Easter Road.  Completely inconsistent throughout the entire match and then, in injury time, Kudus Oyenuga took out Jordon Forster in a complete leg-breaker of a tackle.  Seconds later, Darren McGregor comes over to him.  Now, Nick Walsh is standing in between McGregor and Oyenuga when the heads came together, in a “let’s go then” challenge, not a headbutt.  However, Oyenuga decided to play for a BAFTA, took a moment to think and held his head and fell down.

After the following melee (Jim Duffy tried to square go Lennon and there were various other comings together) Nick Walsh red cards Oyenuga for the death tackle and then McGregor for violent conduct.  PARDON?

How can he stand there and watch that scenario and say it’s a straight red for McGregor? This just underlines the state of refereeing in Scottish football.  No doubt, across the leagues there are many good referees but the standard of refereeing being set by the top flights of the SPFL is shocking.

Yes, referee’s have a split second to make a decision…or do they? Because they can consult with their linesmen (gave up calling them assistants a long time ago), if it’s something the linesman might have seen better.  Walsh shouldn’t have had to though, he was standing right there!

The footage has since been released and Nick Walsh should have a red face.  Hopefully that red card gets over-turned because if it doesn’t then we’re in a bad place regarding violent conduct decisions.

Neil Lennon getting pelters on social media by many people but guess what? I can’t argue with why he was angry Wednesday night.  His player gets taken out in a tackle that could have snapped a leg.  It gets a bit heated and suddenly he’s got Duffy and half the Morton staff in HIS technical area wanting to get at him.  He’s said himself, he’s not going to back down.  It’s not the ideal scene for a football match but Lennon is going to stick up for himself and his players in his way.  Now he’ll face the consequences of that, probably a ban and maybe a fine, but, despite being critical of him before, I have taken to him.  I understand his frustration and it came out in this match in a bad way but it came out in a good way on Saturday when Keats scored 90+2 against Falkirk.  He takes a bit of getting used to, I’ll admit that, but no one can deny his passion.  He’s a Hibs man now.  He’s a man who has had to fight for who he is and had to fight against the filth he encountered before.  He’s what we need.  A fighter.

Onto the game and here’s where I will be critical of Lennon (don’t tell him though).  Our tactics are getting a bit stale and teams are reading it and reading it very well.  Morton, aside from their thuggery, were able to guess what we were going to do.  We need to be a bit more clever, we need to get the ball on the deck, but other teams are keeping it aloft because they know as soon as we get it on the deck we’re going to play it and play it well.

Our shot taking has gone for a long walk and not returned yet.  Pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, lump it in, right into the goalies hands.  Or pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, get it taken off us.

Whatever is going on here Hibs, we need to sort it before the semi-final.  Wednesday nights result didn’t do us any harm in the league, I doubt there will be any resurgance from either Falkirk or Morton going by the last two games but we need to take a deep breath and let the football flow again.  Yeah, other teams are going to frustrate us by playing frustratingly.  We need to frustrate them by playing football.  It’s really quite simple.

I will admit to sitting in the stands (that terminology is part of the reason we love football) thinking that I have forgotten just how frustrating Hibs can be to watch until Wednesday night.  They are frustrating, or more to the point, other teams are making them frustrating.  We need to change our play a bit, particularly when we go up.  Most folk will realise that but we can’t be so easy to guess.  Not if we want to contend.

Taking a step back and looking at our season, we’ve come a long way but there is still so much to be done.  There are a few players that are not going to come with us next season.  It’s unfair to mention them at this moment as everyone will have their own opinion as to who should be in the squad next season but there are players in our squad who are premiership players and there are players who aren’t and that’s football.

Next match is Dunfermline on April Fools day, no jokes please Hibs!

GGTTH

Put it in the NET! And Bring Back Hendo…

Finally escaped to write this.

So, Saturday afternoon brought us Falkirk at Easter Road.  Despite Falkirk forgetting how to play football it was never going to to be a match-up to take lightly.

Falkirk are further down the league that they would want to be at this point in the season but it’s easy to see why.  For one I think they’ve had secret coaching sessions with Terry B****** on how to play Hoofball along with a few attempts at Head Tennis.  Houston seems to have lost the plot with this seasons Falkirk squad.  His problem though.

Ours is that we can’t get the ball in the back of the net.  Not consistently.  Saturday was very much testament to that.  With 18 corners and numerous other chanced it’s beyond me why were didn’t have a few on the scoreboard before half time.

Part of it is that Falkirk played defensive right from the kick off.  They weren’t playing to win, they were playing to not lose it, there is a difference.  They just tightened up even more after Taiwo was sent off for his insane two footed tackle on John McGinn leaving them with ten men from 23 minutes onwards.

When Hibs play football we play football.  We’re classy and we can tear through teams when we really want to and we did in parts on Saturday afternoon.  Some respect must be given to the Bairns ‘keeper Danny Rogers.  He pulled off a few decent saves that did deny us goals.

Yet something is just not right.

Grant Holt is fast becoming one of my favourite players.  His effort is amazing.  He put up with a lot today, a few fouls on him that the referee and lino’s seemed to have missed as if they were watching the other channel.

The game was feisty which wasn’t a problem at all, Hibs and Falkirk were close rivals all last season and it shouldn’t be a shock that it would remain the same this season.  Stubbs may be gone but Houston won’t have forgotten the jibes last season.  Beating Hibs on Saturday would have made his shiny bald head beam with happiness.

However, to win you need goals and Hibs ‘keeper Ross Laidlaw was a mere spectator for the majority of the game.  While Hibs didn’t score any more goals than Falkirk we did create many more chances and Danny Rogers goalmouth was a busy one.  Aside from Falkirk’s goal (and no, Marciano wouldn’t have saved it either) the groundskeepers would be happy enough that both ends only dealt with forty-five minutes of action.

We played well on Saturday, I would think that there would be very few people who would disagree with that.  The team have gelled.  There were a few loose passes but they looked like they were small communication issues rather than anything major going on.  We tried to play our football game but as soon as Falkirk got on the ball they just hoofed it about until we took it off them again.  Frustrating.

Frustration might be the word of the game.  Almost 100% effort for the entire match from the whole team, including the subs, and we just end up with a point.  It’s the story of Hibs and not just limited to this season.

How many times must we sit and watch a player who could take a shot then pass it out wide? Set play nonsense.  TAKE THE BLOODY SHOT! If you keep battering it in then you batter the defence, yet we seem to be running up, creating mayhem then dampening it down by passing out (almost literally!) and letting the opposition regroup.  Or, in Falkirks case, just group!

MOTM Darren McGregor has really proved himself in recent weeks.  On Saturday he was all over Falkirks apparent lone striker.  They started with a 4-4-2 with Baird and Miller upfront but they were generally called back to muck in with defensive duties.

El Capitano was a little off his game on Saturday.  Nothing major and he worked hard but there was something amiss from Sir David’s game.  Temporary I am sure.

I’m still not sure why JC is not getting a start.  Our top scorer and no one is showing any signs of wanting topple him from that.  Nineteen minutes at the end of a game isn’t enough for him.  He’s not being allowed to build up a strike force with anyone.  Jason needs fed.  He won’t pick up a ball at the halfway line and run with it, he needs service.  Probably more service than other strikers but he does need it.  Jason will score if Jason is given the right build up.

Can’t fault the team as a whole.  I’ve seen Lewis Stevenson questioned in the aftermath of the match yet Falkirk generally forgot about him for most of the match and he loomed around unmarked, especially in the second half.  Fonts didn’t have the game I would have thought he had but I would imagine he knows that.

I still think we’re missing Liam Henderson.  Probably my favourite on loan player of recent years.  He played his heart out for Hibs.  No one could deny his spirit and his love for a club he was only sent to in order to gain experience.  He became a hero with Hibs and if he never does anything else in his career then he was part of the Time For Heroes team.  He’ll never be forgotten for that.  And guess what? He wants to come back.  Get working on it Hibs.  If there’s one thing we know about Hendo it’s that he knows how to deliver.

GGTTH 💚