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Heart of Midlothian Football Club

Apologies for the flagrant miss of last weeks defeat to Rangers, no excuses really i have just had lots on. An extension to my house is nearing it's conclusion and with that my stress levels escalate - too much to do, too little time. And last week i had to go down to London to work - so i just didn't get the time to put something together, sorry.

It was as i am sure you know a depressingly familiar defeat to debatable the ugliest of the ugly sisters. A great goal to take us into the lead but really we just didn't seem to have the wherewithal to capitalise on the lead and we let the game slip out of our grip too easily for my liking.

May be we need the added emphasis of the other lot having something to celebrate in order to get our juices flowing!

So the run up to this game, even with the defeat to Rangers behind us was for me surprisingly optimistic - this may well have been down something as prosaic and irrelevant as the defeat of sad sad Hibees in the Scottish Cup semi final to Dunfermline - a wee aside for them -

If Dunfermline, and i sincerely hope they do, manage somehow to get past Celtic in this years Scottish Cup final, it will surely constitute the most glorious march to a cup win in the history of the competition.

Rangers

Hearts

Hibs

Celtic

All will have fallen to the mighty pars! For that reason as much as any other, not that it should be really needed, i hope all neutral supporters in the land get right behind Dunfermline on cup final day - a win for them would be truly glorious.

So a wee titter at Hibs blowing the cup they just can't win and i am somehow optimistic for the rest of the season? Not really, i hope anyroads! I believe things have been looking up for a number of weeks now, with the only real blip being Larry Kingston's suspension. Larry's indiscretion when calling the ref a racist may well come back to bite us between now and the end of the season, if his visit to the wigs at Hampden on Wednesday sees him handed more punishment. The keel, in a Jambo context is pretty much berthed in dock things are so steady. I have been pontificating to various people of late that all we really need for next season is a couple of midfielders of similar quality to LarryK and things could really start to cook and i am pretty much convinced that next season will be markedly better than this burnt out affair.

Did i just say, burnt out affair! No chance the season has just started!

This is the first time this season that i have really felt we have a vested interest in what is going on, you know felt what Hearts were involved in mattered and wasn't just making up the numbers. After last season, being an extra in this one has been a major disappointment to us all. There is very little time left but the rest of this season should be storming stuff, the only show in town is at Tynecastle and Pittordrie it should be nailbiting stuff.

Somehow through all the madness and disruption Hearts have managed to navigate their way to a position where we can actually achieve something of note, something worthwhile. Sure, relative to last year, sneaking past Aberdeen to steal the last remaining EUFA cup spot is meagre fair but right now we would bite your hand off for it.

My feeling of optimism crashed on Saturday afternoon as i listened to The Aberdeen v Kilmarnock game on the radio whilst tiling my new bathroom. Kilmarnock just didn't turn up and the Dons cantered to an easy 3 points which left them 7 points ( goal difference effectively 8 ) points ahead of Hearts, our game in hand was in Glasgow against the champions on the day they get handed the trophy. With a win a necessity how were we supposed to deliver.

Then the end of the Gretna v Ross County game stormed over the airways. With Gretna's challengers for the title doing their bit by winning their game and Gretna drawing, the title was St Johnstone's - in the 90th minute a breakaway attack by Gretna - it's 4 against 3 and the ball crashed into the net and it all turns round Gretna are champions of the first division and their very own dream continues. I am reminded that the almost impossible is entirely possible when football is the soup.

A result against debatable the ugliest of the ugly sisters would set us up perfectly to chase down Aberdeen.

The game

The now mandatory Riccarton Arms was the venue for the game, which itself as many would believe was actually just a curtain raiser for the party to follow. I seem to remember another such event a few weeks back for another team in green, Hibs now though seem far removed from the League cup winners, having embroiled themselves in a Tynecastle-esque maelstrom of controversy and self destruction.

The game started and continued in a pedestrian stroll, i was interested in watching Hearts take part in this gander around Celtic Park in the sunshine but it was not what you might call exciting. Pretty sure that if the game continued as it had started i would have become increasingly frustrated and annoyed, more of that later though.

Karipidis attempted to walk out of defence with the ball and was caught in possession, Jarosik the benefactor with a crisp shot low to Gordons right, saved well. A decent move later in the half, some neat passing around the 18 yard box set up McGeady for a shot, that flew a foot wide with Gordon this time rooted to the spot. The stats read things like 60% possession to Celtic and shots on goal Celtic 5 Hearts 0. This however bellied a Hearts team who were more than comfortable in this game, you could never say they were progressive in this half though.

Brellier who had been his usual self managed to hurt himself in a challenge and was replaced before the end of the half, Kancelkis on for him and Zaliukas moved forward into Brellier's position ( remember those autumn days when we played Zaliukas in midfield, oh ma god ).

This time round though Hearts took this switch in their stride, perhaps we should be encouraged by this also.

The half ended in a bit of a snore and no one could have foreseen what was to come later.

If anything the start of the second half was even less interesting than the first, until. Until Larry decided he had had enough of this nonsense and changed the game. A force full run straight at the Heart of the Celtic defence followed by a neat through ball split a static Celtic defence to allow Ivekivicious to brush past Pressley and clip the ball over Boruc for a very nice goal. Not the kind of goal Hearts have been scoring at all this year.

Que the Celtic comeback?

Celtic could not find the gear.

Ten minutes later and another surging run by Larry was halted on the edge of the box. Larry and Driver ( who had swapped wings with Mikoliunas ) lined up for the shot. I thought, let Larry take it, let Larry take it, let NakaDriver take it. Driver clipped a perfect ball over the wall and into the left hand corner of the net.

Party Hosts 0

Hearts 2

Que the Celtic comeback?

Celtic found a gear, i think it was second. Nakamura found some space he had no right to on the right wing and clipped over a perfect cross for a completely unmarked Pressley to head home.

It is written in law that in situations such as this the Glasgow giant, blue or green, spend the next 20 minutes putting their opponents to the sword. Winning the game 3 - 2, demoralising the poor recipients.

Que Celtic's 3rd, 4th and 5th gear in quick succession?

The chain fell off leaving Celtic to do no better than coast until once again Larry Kingston chose to run straight at their defence, this time in the box a very clumsy challenge by Pressley brought his elbow into sharp connection with Larry's face and a penalty for Hearts.

Pospisil hit it with just enough to get past the sprawling Boruc.

Party Hosts 1

Hearts 3

I have no idea why i was nervous between then and the end of the game, the second goal did not come, which i guess may have signalled another Que for Celtic to switch gears. The second goal nearly did come with a shot that was cleared of the line by, by Larry Kingston ofcourse. What can i say he had one of those games.

So the party was once again well and truly gatecrashed and ruined. There was no chance of a repeat of the comedy genius that was the Easter Road sit in. lets face it the 800 or so Jambos would probably have been eaten alive if they had tried that stunt again.

Another GIRUY for the Jambos but much more importantly the difference between Hearts and Aberdeen again reduced to 4 points.

Here is my theory

We win the rest of our games this season, starting with Aberdeen themselves this weekend coming. Follow that with a win against Hibs and a last day of the season defeat of Kilmarnock with them already suntanned and a couple of pounds over.

Aberdeen however after licking their wounds against us would be faced with needing maximum points from both Celtic and Rangers - they might just do it against Celtic but i predict a final day draw to Rangers and pipped at the post for third.

As an aside got my season tickets for next year, what a difference to last years complete arse up.

HOOO ON THE JAMBOS

The roof came off the stand

It would have if there had been one.
What an enthralling encounter this one was between Currie Star and Spartans Black.

Young lads it is true and there is always scope for a scoreline more like a rugby game than football, but i guess as the kids mature and their knowledge and skills increase the scorelines will inevitable stabilise to a more recognisable level. The scoreline in this one belied their relative youth and with that came a tension and an excitement not normally felt by the onlookers.

Currie started the game well and forced many efforts on goal, but it was clear this game would be a tough encounter between two evenly matched teams. A few misshaps in defecnce early in the first half allowed Spartans in for their own share of attacks but it was as half time approached Currie got their reward for a good half's work with a well constructed and equally well executed goal. This was almost immediately cancelled out with a breakaway by Spartans and the equaliser.

Half Time

Currie Star 1
Spartans 1

The Currie coach must have had some words of wisdom for the lads at half time, a couple of personel changes too and the team tore into the second half with even more gusto and purpose than in the first. Currie went on to dominate the game with run upon run up either flank a through the middle. The only thing missing was the telling final pass and shot on goal.
Countless attacks came to nothing and the tension grew accordingly, there was always the possibility of a breakaway goal for Spartans. With time beginning to run out and the tension growing ever greater Currie eventually closed in and forced the ball home to tremendous roar from the spectators - If there was a roof it would have come off.

A truly fantastic game, a privilage to watch, well done to the Currie lads, fantastic. A good performance too from Spartans, i will look forward to the next time these two teams match up to each other.

Not my style at all this

Not really my style at all this, un-solicited or fettered rampage against our nearest and dearest, however on this auspicious occasion i will make an exception.
Received from a chap in my office earlier today, he really should get back to work.....

Choose life, choose Leith, choose not winning the cup for over 100 years, choose Gareth Evans, choose a disabled fan's carer running on to the park for a sly kick at Stuart Dougal, choose hookers down Coburg Street, choose Jimmy Boco, choose the smell wafting from the Seafield sewage works over the Links each morning, choose loosing to a bunch of Lithuanian waiters in the Inter Tattie cup, choose entering the Inter tattie cup in the first place, choose Jocky Scott, choose dirty needles, choose having the worst derby record in the entire world, choose Alan Sneddon, choose making a big deal about being "the first to wear the green" like it actually matters, choose being one day away from being closed down by your biggest rivals, choose being 'classy' when half of your support is made up of chavs, choose singing songs about refugees, choose a tenner bag, choose David Fellinger, choose David Duff and Jim Gray, choose trying to kid people into believing that you've always played good football when the truth is that you've been absolutely shyte for 30 years, choose going on and on and on about a game that occurred before most of you were even born, choose the Loch Inn, choose Edward Hurtado, choose getting humped 5-1 by some Ukranian team whose name nobody can pronounce, choose hiring an open-top bus for a cup final against a diddy team and then proceeding to loose the match, choose loosing 30,000 'fans' on the way home from said cup final, choose Benny Brazil, choose your derby rivals having won more derby matches at your ground than you have, choose to go on and on and on about once beating Real Madrid in a friendly match, choose Steve Cowan, choose running on the park for a sly kick at Andy Goram, choose Salamander Street, choose John Burridge, choose going 22 games in a row without beating your biggest rivals, choose making a big deal about a scoreboard that worked for a month, choose Alex Miller, choose incessantly going on about how some shady Russian is going to sell Tynecastle and shut Hearts down only to look on in horror as he invests heavily in the team, writes millions of pounds of debt off and builds a new main stand, choose Joe Tortolano, choose Burberry caps, skiddy pants and shell-suits, choose flairdoo's instead of hairdoo's, choose thinking that 'Sunshine on Leith' is not dreadful, choose running on the park for a sly kick at John Robertson, choose John Robertson scoring 27 goals against you, choose Wayne Foster actually scoring a goal against you and putting you out of the cup into the bargain, choose Bobby Williamson, choose hiring a manager with a monkey head, choose worshipping and buying a decanter for a manager who only won one match, choose defending your club captain for urinating in a charity shop doorway after a team night out watching strippers, choose thinking that the term 'yam' is even slightly amusing in any way shape or form, choose Mickey Weir, choose Pirniefield in the morning, choose being the most ungracious losers this side of Christendom, choose the cow-shed, choose going out of business when Celtic nicked all your players, choose running on to the pitch to celebrate your first derby win in 10 years only to be chased off again by the visiting support, choose living in the shadows of your neighbours for 131 years and forever knowing that you will always be the wee team, choose the Proclaimers, choose John Leslie, choose Hibs.

The first line is enough for me

Winning ugly ?

The debate has trundled on over the past weeks, the relative merits of winning ugly -
Edinburghs two teams provide the polar opposites or so it would seem - Hearts are ugly and Hibs are .. well whats the opposite of ugly - i guess it is pretty, yes Hibs are .. pretty.

If you listen to John Collins in pre or post match interviews for his team he will often come out with phrases like 'doing the right thing' and 'playing the right way'. This is interpreted by most as playing the ball on the deck in an open and expansive style, brimming with pace and vision and not lacking in technique or quality. But does it mean squat when all it gets you is defeat. Listening to Gordon Smith in place of James Trainor yesterday evening brought a number of disgruntled Hibees onto the blower to complain that 'JC needs to learn how to win ugly, cos good football doesn't always cut it'. Is this some heresy from disillussioned Hibee or is there an uprising of pragmatism down Easter Road way? Is it just me or is Gordon Smith covering for James Trainor like watching an episode of The Office - if i could squint my ears whilst i listen i would. Gordon is one of the better pundits on Radio Scotland but sounds as though he would rather be anywhere else than covering for Mr Trainor.

The good , the bad and the ugly - this season Hearts have been all 3 and many times over!
For me though how can yesterdays game at Tynecastle be described as "Hearts winning ugly", since to be ugly you first need to have some discernible features, some identifiable characteristics and for those facets to be in some way unpleasant or obnoxious. But yesterdays match had absolutely no features whatsoever! It was completely devoid of character, visually unpleasant or otherwise. That was "Hearts winning with mousy brown hair, freckles and a twin set n pearls"

Things were a bit different this week, i managed to wangle a trip to the pub before the game, it was like a throw back to some earlier existence, before children! when i could think of no better way to approach a game than to protect myself from the probable horror ahead with a veil of alcohol to drape over my maroon specs. A couple of hours in the Caley Sample Rooms then was the perfect set-me-up for yesterdays game, i didn't know it at the time but i do now.

I normally take notice of the build up to the game but to be honest i can't remember how things were, the ground was full - hows that! I have heard that we have decided to cease with our huddle - did not notice if we huddled or not - but i hope we didn't and i hope we are now rid of it it - it harks back to Pressley and Hartley and a different team no longer relevant.
I normally take notice of the line-ups as they are announced but i missed this one, i was therefore surprised when i couldn't find Zaliukas on the pitch, seemed that Kancelkis had taken his place. Turned out that Zaliukas hurt himself during the warm up to the game.
Shock horror Hearts make only one other change to the team which started against Hibs last week - i would like to know why this is not news, i would like to know when the media are going to start treating this as news! For just about every game this season Hearts have been lambasted, ridiculed, laughed at even, by all comers for our seemingly pathological need to mess with the team so why is it not commented upon when we don't. Larry Kingston came in for Philibaitus, just plain exactly the right thing to do in antibody's book. Karipidis remained at right back ( he had a decent game, probably the best game he has had for Hearts in the strange faceless kind of way that characterised the game he seemed to stroll through the proceedings ) .

At Easter Road last week Hearts turned up with 5 in midfield and no one could argue with it, we will no doubt turn up with the same at Ibrox in a fortnight and no one will argue with that. But to turn up 4 - 5 - 1 at home against Kilmarnock when the only course of action is to turn the heat up and pile as much pressure on Aberdeen as we can, had plenty arguing in my head! There was stranger to come later though.

Both teams matched up and quickly cancelled each other out, there is the school of thought that in our goldfish bowl we know each other too well which leads too often to sterile encounters where the difference between the teams is negligible. I don't really hold to much truck with that but Christ this game was an advert for that theory. I think you could forgive Kilmarnock for entering into the end of season spirit early since they really do now have nothing at all to play for, their cup adventure coming crashing in around their ears a couple of weeks ago against the pretty ones
But Hearts we surely had loads to play for, free from the disaster of finishing below Hibs we could now centre our sights on a clearly standard Aberdeen team who were clearly gaining points at a rate which would render them 3rd if they carried on as they had been going - Have they been winning ugly i wonder? does anyone care? least of all in the Granite City.

Hearts had 3 corners on the bounce midway through the first half which had the feel of a goal about them but it was not to be. Larry Kingston , who is the only football player we have at the moment had a crack at goal but it was never going in and that was about it in the first 45.

I had hoped for more in the second half and i guess it was marginally better but really where was the drive, the enthusiasm for the fight - even the desperation. For all the world it struck me that Hearts played this game like they expected the winning goal was inevitable, which it patently was not. There are those amongst the Hearts support who have developed at best a distrust of our Lithuanian contingent and at worst a racist view that Lithuanians are in themselves substandard and have no place in our team or our country. I believe this is a reaction to the transgressions of our wayward owner. In the Gorgie Stand in that second half Iveskivicious came in for a fair pounding whenever he made a mistake! He did hit the line once though and put over the only ball of quality all afternoon, Velicka's diving header went a couple of feet wide, shame it would have been a good goal.

After an hour or so Hearts made what may well be one of the most perplexing substitutions i have ever witnessed, if i had not been so dazed and confused ( one of those was caused by the alcohol but i am not sure which one ) i may well have just gone home then - Velicka our only striker was taken off for McCann ( a midfielder ) for us to go, wait for it ... 4 - 6 - 0.
We didn't really the much maligned Iveskivicious moved to centre forward, but i mean come on for crying out loud!
In reality it made next to no difference to us, as one striker was just as impotent as the other.
Hearts had managed to moved a bit closer to second gear and were perhaps looking the more likely when Pospisil came on for the dazed and confused ( wonder if he had gone to the Sample Rooms too ) Iveskivicious. A free kick in an awkward position, too central and too deep to really be considered a danger was whipped in to the penalty spot and with the Kilmarnock defence inexplicably posted, well, somewhere else Pospisil was yards unmarked and sent the header goalward, the Killie keeper got a hand to it but not enough and in it went. I half expected the ref to call it back because the Kilmarnock defence were not ready.

Unbelievable.

Kilmarnock upped their gears a little and forced a corner or two, a goal moth scramble was knocked clear as the game drew to a close, not quite over though. A bad foul on the Hearts left touchline brought Goncalves screaming across and steaming in, no real contact i don't think but it did seem to spark the melee that ensued. Goncalves ordered off, don't think he can really have any complaints, maybe if he had waded in from ten yards away he might have got away with it.

Cup next weekend so no Hearts game to think about, just

HOOOO ON THE PARS

Giruy the spoiler

The days running up to this weekends derby against CIS cup winners Hibs was as depressing a week as i can remember as a Jambo. The dysfunction of our team had been laid bare once again and far too often for most of us. The 4 - 0 rout by a very ordinary Dundee Utd team had struck hard at us all and most had succumbed under the weight of evidence - Hearts are awful and resplendent Hibs were going to give us a tanking. The best we could hope for was a bit of a cup hangover for them meaning we could hang on in there and take a less than humiliating defeat.

Every Jambo i knew except me that is, my water was at it again and i fancied we could take them. If you don't believe me read some of the threads in this brilliant now part of jambosforever forum where i have been banging my gums about a Hearts win earlier on in the week.
What did i base this prediction on, the usual mix of garbled psycho babble and half facts that i manage to glean about how the teams are fairing, that i normally base my water works on. It's a finely honed talent. Mostly though it was based on prayer, prayer to the sporting gods. I tried all of them i am not a man of fidelity when it comes to worship of the sports gods. The one that listened though the wee devil that payed attention to my heartfelt requests - Giruy the spoiler

Definition :-
Giruy the spoiler ( pronounced G-i-roo ) - small impish and mischievous sporting god. This is the little devil who in an instant will haul a high flying team screaming back down to earth, just when they started to think they were better than they actually are - a perfect example might be a team that for some ginormous conceit thinks they are the sole purveyors of the beautiful game in their respective league and to whom defeat of, lets say a pub team is an inevitability. Well Giruy is the god that will sort them right out and show them up as incapable of worrying a 'pub team' and therefore actually a bit gash.

It is about bloody time as well seems to me that the wee bugger Giruy has spent most of this season offloading his menace in a Gorgie direction. Not Sunday though his allegiance is fickle but his timing is splendid.
He turned his gaze eastward and saw a team bloated in their own misplaced pride, no more temptation was needed for his mischief to be spun.
In the final analysis with Hibs on a high, Hearts lowdown and broken, the league cup to be paraded after the Derby encounter and Giruy on the side of the good guys .......

It was a nap really that Hearts would prevail and Hibs be left beaten and sick to their pit.

All hail and worship the one great god

GIRUY

I had intended to go to the game even although both times i had been down to Easter Road this season i had sworn never to go back. Meant to go for beers before and after with a friend ( from the dorkside ( misspelled that there obviously meant to say darkside but i quite like it the way it is! ) ) Couldn't make it though as i was booked out with the Mrs for the night - off to the Playhouse to see Kriss Kristoferson.
Stop!
I know!
Last couple of bands i have been to see are Salsa Celtica and WolfMother so i am not a complete wrinkly old country goon.
Salsa Celtica are the business by the way - if you have not been to see them - go - an incredible musical marriage ( in all that that entails, including the frying pan flinging ) between liquid latin salsa rhythms and raucous ceilidh foot stomping! Great night out!
Actually Kriss wasn't so bad, it was a solo acoustic affair so a bit one dimensional i suppose. The grand old lad stood there the entire night like he had been busking there for decades and the good people of Edinburgh had simply built a theatre up and around him. The genes of every busker that has ever busked spliced into one leathery old cowboy. It was warm and comfortable and it sounded like he was in your livingroom so it was hardly surprising that a few of the older dudes stole 40 winks here and there. There were some real mentalists at the gig mind you i swear there were a couple of cowboy hats with mirrored shades on a-hollerin yee-haw !! as each song was recognised.
( maybe they had been at the game and just kept remembering ....... )

The game
Went back to the now Sporting must - Riccarton Arms to watch the game with my kids. I remembered to not stand under the oak beam of last weeks fame - just as well i did or maybe the pub would be refitting it's ceiling today.

The team selection was OK i guess, sensible in that we played 5 in midfield, we were of course there to stop Hibs first and foremost. I make absolutely no apologies for that, apart from being sound tactical sense, every team that turns up at Easter road ( or Tynecastle for that matter ) first has to stop the opposition playing their own game. It is also proven as the best way to get one over on them - remember how Muhamad Ali used to let Joe Fraser punch himself out to the point where he had no idea what to aim his fists at next or had the energy to deliver - well think about it.
Teams have been doing it to Hearts all season with far too much success for my liking, there have been times this year where it felt more like we were Barry McGuigan than smokin Joe up against the irrepressible Ali.
The team not so great in that we had Pilibaitus and Iveskivicius in the midfield, but we did have Brellier for some much needed mettle and protection for Aguair. Driver the only real threat from the middle and Velicka up front. Can't help thinking Velicka got his place for the 2 goals he got down here the last time in the league. The back

I was pleased, very pleased with the start Hearts made, we were positive in the first ten minutes which culminated in a ball dropping over the top to driver on the left, he struck it well but i guess it was always the keepers ball. That's not what i was so pleased about though, what struck me was Hearts had settled into the game immediately. A sure sign of a team who are focused and clear of their objectives. As the first half wore on though Hibs started to control more and more of the midfield and their passing game started to move through the gears. The period between 20 minutes in and 5 minutes to the end of the first half were seminal in the game really, Hibs looked as if they were about to roll over Hearts, a few well placed passes down channels along with overlapping full backs had Hearts pretty much pinned back and happy just to clear their lines. No capitalisation though, the goal did not come and to be perfectly honest i don't think Craig Gordon was ever really worried in that period, Aguair headed off the line after a corner and a minor penalty box scramble landed at Scott Browns feet, best he could do though was scoop the ball straight at Gordon.
By the time the first half came to a conclusion, i was coming to a conclusion - Hibs really didn't know how to go about their job of dismantling and humiliating this bunch of inferiors.
I afforded a relatively nervous smile at half time.
The first half was also notable for a number of fouls and bookings mostly aimed at Hearts players. Zaliukas in particular came in for a lot of media stick for his penalty box antics with Rob Jones. True he indulged in a load of shirt pulling etc but lets face it if you don't stand up and compete with Rob Jones he will kill you stone dead and it did not seem to be much more than you see week in and out all over the country. He came in for a lot of criticism though ( i will take of my 'the world is against us' tee-shirt now, this blog entry is not the place for any of that shenanigans ).
Zaliukas is probably lucky he stayed on the park and thank Giruy he did!

Half Time

Hearts 0
Hibs a bit frustrated


The second half took on the same hue as the first with Hibs holding most of the possession and territory without making any real inroads into the Hearts third. For our part we had the odd foray up the park with generally not enough support to make it count. The game lumbered ever onwards towards the deeply dissatisfying nil-nil. Most Jambos i think would have taken nil-nil before the game had started, so i guess it was all going to plan. Struck me at the mid point of the second half that there was only one winner though and it wasn't going to be green, it was round 8 and Smokin Joe was sweating heavily in the jungle heat!
Had no idea how it would come for us, would never be open play that's for sure, so it was that a cross to the back post was not dealt with by McNeill, it fell to Zaliukas who took his chance brilliantly -
Zaliukas is a centre half mind, and one who had been under the cosh in this game. He slotted it away very well indeed. So to concentrate on the Hibs goal keepers mistake is a bit of an injustice. Besides i suspect Rob Jones got in McNeills way as he flapped at the ball. No faith in his keeper from the Hibs captain and Centre half, surely a sign of turmoil and deep divisions in the Hibs dressing room - i can read the Evening News article now, not that it would ever be written ofcourse.
A bit of bluster from Hibs but not nearly enough as they just simply ran out of the necessary wit, guile, knowledge or anything else needed to claw their way back into the game.

Comedy moment of the season
At last, i really did think that i would not have an entry in this years season summation for most brilliant comedy moment. The support has come through though - At the end of the game with victory assured a fantastic opportunity to praise to the highest on high the great god GIRUY the many of the Hearts support took it upon themselves to remain in Easter Road for the sole purpose of spoiling their League Cup parade. A full 45 minutes after the end of the game had passed before the last of the merry band were removed from Easter Road. By then the cup celebrations had been rendered at best completely impotent and at worst shown up as pathetic.

Jambos we take our hats off to you and bear our arses to GIRUY.


Next up Kilmarnock at Tynecastle on Saturday

HOOOO ON THE JAMBOS