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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 💚

 

Efe little thing is gonna be alright 🕺🏾

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.

GGTTH

All pictures credit to Cameron Allan.

Thanks to the Club and the Hibs Announcer on Saturday for your help. 

Consistenly inconsistent, but that league title is ours

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.

Nope.

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.

Sports Channels

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 😀

GGTTH

Thank you to our very own Callum Kane who provided inspiration for the blog and for the title 🙂

 

 

 

Cup romance must wait, Hibs need to woo the League

‘Here we go, two in a row’.  It’s got a nice ring about it.  The cup romance is still with us.  We’re still in love with the whole experience.  Having failed to win it in 114-years we now face the fairytale of winning it for the second time.  Oh what a time to be alive.

I don’t like bringing this up but I’m sure every Hibby remembers Sunday the 25th May 2014.  We remember all right.  After an absolute shambles Hibs were relegated from the SPL to the Scottish Championship.  I remember the feeling of being absolutely lost.  I remember the tears running down my cheeks, the scarves flying from above me onto the pitch.  The boos.  I saw other people crying, children and adults.  Old timers too.

The moronic Butcher didn’t step back and look at the damage he’d already done but carried on axing members of our squad before anyone had time to take it all in.  Thankfully he was booted not long after.  Farewell Butcher and Malpas, clown and sideshow act.

Things didn’t just look bleak, they looked finished.  There was a chance Leeann Dempster might not come to Hibs because of the relegation but she stuck true to her word and came in at, in reflection, the perfect bloody time.

It was a truly dreadful time for Hibs and the loyal support.  The Jambos at work were in ecstasy.  Having been mocked by us for all their shenanigans in the weeks prior, they ripped us up.  (Aye that would never come back and haunt you Jambos, shower of dafties).

The weeks to the start of the new season were fraught.  Many, many fans pledged their support simply because of it being the club that they love.  I was one of them.  Bucking Championship but how could I walk away?

In a few shorts weeks we had to appoint a manager and get a team together.  We started the season light on bodies and that did for us.

Look at us now though.  We’re still in the Championship, yes, but look at us.  We’re Scottish Cups winners.  We, as of writing, still are the holders and we will be all the way up to the weekend of April 22/23 and possibly beyond.  In May 2014, the idea of being Scottish Cup winners two years later was just ridiculous.  The idea that a year later, in March 2017, we’d be heading to the semi-final again…that would have seemed ludicrous.

However, the idea that we’d still be in the Championship in 2017 was not even in consideration.  So that we are is a concern and one we can hopefully fix in the next six games.

I say the next six games because that’s the amount of league games we have between now and the semi-final with Aberdeen.  The first is, what could potentially be a toughie, Dundee United at Tannadice.  It is a must win.  In fact that, and the following five, for me, are must wins.  A potential 18 points there.  That would sort the league out and leave us free to concentrate on the semi and then, potentially, the final.

Six games, six weeks to get the head in the right place and win the league.  There’s no need to concentrate on the Cup, we’re there, in the semi.  Falkirk are only 6 points behind us.  We all know Peter Houston will be wanking into a sock about that.  When we face them at Easter Road on the 25th of this month let us be further ahead.  Let’s hope they’ve dropped points and not the other way around.

Stubbs rebuilt us and Lennon has carried that on but even he is a bit puzzled as to the performances of late.  I think everyone is.

A stinking mid-week performance in Paisley hasn’t helped but, to give St Mirren credit, they are playing well and Jack Ross has boosted the side with confidence.  The players clearly believe in him and their performance against Celtic in the first half of the quarter-final at Celtic Park shows just how far they have come in a very short time.  They made Celtic look ordinary and, of course, they went into the tunnel at half time 1-0 up. A lovely goal by Harry Davis.

They didn’t do much wrong in the second half either, only Celtic upped it and the bringing on of Roberts at half time for GMS changed the way they played.  St Mirren should be proud of what they did in that 90 minutes.  Brendan Rodgers said they were the best domestic team Celtic had faced all season.  Take from that what you will rest of the SPL (means you’re crap, Rangers).

Rangers will be over-confident after their 6-0 win over Hamilton at Ibrox.  They’ll believe they can beat Celtic in the semi’s.  Delusion (they call it confidence) is in abundance at the moment.  OK, but they’ve forgotten they make the trip to Celtic Park next Sunday in the league.  Let’s see how that goes.

For me the league must take priority.  Forget the cup now.  Forget all about it.  We’re not even in it.  It’s only the league we must concentrate on.  I have written before that we cannot do another season in this league and I don’t believe we will.  We’re the best team in this league by a country mile and we’re better than some in the SPL as well.  So we should be up there next season and challenging.

I finish this post with a poll.  I’ll vote League with no Cup because going up is the goal but my word, we sort this league out before this semi and this could be a very magical season.

GGTTH

Hibs must make league priority, Twitter has loan meltdown

If there’s one thing that any Hibs fan knows with absolute certainty it’s that if there is a hard way to do something Hibs will pick to do it that way.

The derby cup mauling of the Jambos was only just over a week ago but it seems much longer than that as Hibs seem to have lost their way a bit in the league.  Prior to the cup derby game there was the soul destroying point at Raith which led to Neil Lennon’s heavy criticism of his team. Continue reading

Second fifth round Derby defeat puts Hibs in charge of the City

I’d been buzzing all week for this derby.  Whatever I’ve been doing it’s been there in my mind, somewhere in my mind there was a rendition of Hibs, Hibs or Here We Go, Two in a Row going on.  I was also singing Hibs, Hibs but using other words like “Clips, Clips” and when at home in my freezer “Chips, Chips”. Continue reading

Ploughing the Tynecastle field, Hibs, Hibs woah oh oh oh oh oh

Another cup run, another fifth round meeting with Hearts at Tynecastle, another draw, another replay at Easter Road.  Another seethe from Hearts fans who can only come at us with “celebrating a draw”.

Watching on TV Sunday it was clear that Hibs fans were backing our team.  The best I have heard in a while.  The whole away end singing and backing the team.  That’s the difference.  That’s what we do.  It’s hardly “celebrating a draw” to support your team to the 90th minute. Continue reading

Feeling Good at Easter Road

Saturday

Finally thawed out enough to try typing so here’s my thoughts on Saturday’s game at Easter Road versus Queen of the South.

Queen of the South have not had the start to the season they would have preferred and are currently floating about in the middle of the table with five wins, five losses and three draws.  On paper it should be an easy win but Hibs never take anything for granted and ran out onto the pitch to make sure the three points were ours. Continue reading

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 💚