An Open Letter

Dear Derek

We’ve never really been close, but these last few months have been particularly difficult. Though our motives are shared, our methodology has never been further apart.

It’s unlikely we’ll ever reach a level of mutual respect, but I’d like you to consider your tactics over this season:

Aberdeen – You started 4-5-1 and let Aberdeen get comfy. Any chance of attacking in the second half, when you changed to 4-4-2, was killed by Enckleman getting the jitters. You admitted the 4-5-1 was wrong.

Rangers – You were missing Liam Craig and Chris Millar and the team struggled without them. Murray Davidson and David Robertson let you down badly. Despite this, we matched Rangers until Ando gifted them the first and they really struggled to their win.

Dunfermline – You blew it by playing a 4-3-3. We didn’t deserve to lose, but we didn’t do enough to win. The players didn’t move with their usual fluidity, the shape was as unbalanced as it was unnatural.

Celtic – You played 4-4-2 and brilliantly held your nerve, even after we took the lead. You were near perfect.

Livingston – A real lack of shape to the team using the 4-3-3. When Gibson gave up the ghost we really struggled against part-timers.

Dundee United – Excellent starting eleven in a 4-4-2. Game was going well until Sheridan tired. You refused to remove the loan signing and we lost as a direct result of you not changing a winning side. We played very well

St Mirren – I wasn’t at the game but a point away from home is never a disaster. 4-4-2 was the system.

Motherwell – 4-4-2 and a comfortable win.

St Mirren – Diamond formation, utterly humped.

Hearts – Back to 4-4-2, back to winning ways.

You’ll remember calling me an idiot for insisting that 4-4-2 is the only way to the play game; I’d argue that you’ve proved me right. We’ve beaten Celtic, Hearts and Motherwell using the 4-4-2. We should have beaten Dundee United using it, took a point from Paisley using it and we ran Rangers tight using it.

Playing your silly formations, we struggled past Livingston, drew with Aberdeen and lost to St Mirren and Dunfermline.

Football is a simple game. Willie Ormond’s team were present for the Hearts game. They’ll tell you that they never discussed tactics or shape, they just played the same formation every week. You’ll argue that time shave changed, your results prove they haven’t.

I’m begging you now; please play 4-4-2 in every game. Take the focus away from the opposition and play to our strengths. You have once again assembled a top six side, don’t let them down with silly tactics. They deserve better.

Yours in sport,

Gordon

League Cup 2 - St Mirren @ Home

A Diamond Through the Heart

Be quite clear, this blog post is a rant. It’s passion-filled and blunt. I usually calm down before posting - the Dundee United post took quite a while – but Derek McInnes has gone too far this time. I will not stand back and watch him hurt the club I love. I readily accept there is little I can do to persuade the board, but I will try to be the small spark that lights the fire.

The apologists are out in force defending the “young” manager. The usual band of happy-clappers will dismiss this report in their usual condescending manner. I can only hope that some of you take serious note of the situation and work hard to educate your fellow supporters that Derek McInnes needs to be sacked. We are called to protect this club, we were up in arms at the thought of losing £10K to Dundee; Del cost us far more than that last night.

I actually don’t know where to begin with the review. I have been further incensed by listening to his interview. To blame the players for his errors is as remarkable as it is foolish. He’s well known as being a control-freak (that’s not a criticism, all good managers are) but that means the buck should stop at his office.

Had he held his hands up, I’d still think exactly the same; there’s no changing my mind. Had he held up his hands, his players might have respected him; as it is they will be furious with him, disappointed too. Yes, football is a different environment from an office but the principles are the same in a work place. Nobody likes to be blamed for the failure of others. Professional sportsmen don’t appreciate having their reputations tarnished. His actions will cause friction and dressing room discord. Inexorably, these things can reach a critical situation in little time. Handling himself in public has always been a strong point, that he should drop the ball in such a spectacular fashion is perhaps a glimpse into his current mindset.....

To paint a fuller picture of Del’s cock-up, we’ll transport to a happier place. It’s Sunday afternoon in Parkhead. Derek McInnes has called Sean Higgins back from a warm-up and told him to get stripped for action. As Higgy stands by Del, St Johnstone take a shock lead, thanks to a wicked deflection on a Dave Mackay shot. We all anticipate that the substitution will be cancelled and Sean will return to warming up. Brilliantly, Del realises that the best form of defence is attack. The 4-4-2 we had been playing was working well and he sticks with it, replacing the hopeless Cillian Sheridan with the effective Sean Higgins. The end result is that we continued to play well and won the game.

After the game, the Delophiles trotted out the well-worn lines about how our young manager was developing and learning his trade. I pointed out that he would quickly abandon the 4-4-2 in favour of something wacky. We didn’t have to wait long on that one, did we?

Football is such a simple game. Everyone knows and understands the 4-4-2 system and it simply never fails. The players are so comfortable when playing it and the two strong away performances, Celtic and Motherwell, were reliant on the structure of the team being solid and organised.

By playing the diamond formation, Derek managed to remove not only the solidity and organisation, but he also removed the belief that we could beat an average team managed by Danny Lennon. He can easily restore the first two, the belief will be harder to restore. A lot of damage has been done.

Various theories are floating around as to why he went with the system, being honest; I neither know nor care why he chose it. One way or another, it stems from the fact that he spends far too much time focussing on the opposition. It’s an old drum I’m beating, but it’s pertinent – we are good enough to beat every team outside the Old Firm if we play to our best level. We’ve proven it this season with wins over Celtic and Motherwell; we should have beaten Dundee United by a few goals too. If we just focus on lifting our standards, polishing our rough edges and working as a unit we’ll have a stonking season. We won’t because Del is a tinker, never happy unless he’s trying to re-invent the wheel.

What compounded the flawed starting tactics was the injury to Frazer Wright. Like the rest of his defensive colleagues, he had a pretty poor game but with Cracks not fit either; the subbie was made with a heavy heart. It also left us only two changes to fix the tactics. Of course, one easy switch would have been to play Cillian on the left wing, Craig and Adams in centre midfield and Midgie wide right. Higgy and Fran up front. It wouldn’t have been great but it would have got us to half time.

Had I been calling the shots at half time, I’d have put Gibson on in place of Sheridan and went with a middle four of Midgie, Adams, Craig and Wullie. Up top would be Higgy and Sandaza. What I would not have done, is to move or replace half the team. The following outfield players were moved or introduced; Mackay, Maybury, Liam Craig, Robertson, Midgie, Gibson. Little wonder that we had no fluidity in the second half.

No real pressure on the players either, for the double substitution used up our full quota of changes. Bet Marcus Haber is questioning his return to Perth. Like Sean Higgins, Haber was pursued at great length and yet he’s hardly had a chance in his natural position. Those that question whether injuries affected Del’s decision to start with the diamond should ponder that Del thinks Haber can play on either side of midfield. That being so, why not have Haber on the right?

When Jamie Adams stupidly put through his own net, he badly blotted a dirty copy book, but we simply didn’t have enough flexibility to withdraw him at half time. What he needed was someone to take him aside, get his back to where it needed to be and given a fifteen minute spell to prove that he was fine in the second half. The Gibson sub simply had to happen, however average he is as a player.

We also need to reflect on Del’s statement that we were better in the second half. If that’s the case, despite making so many wholesale changes, doesn’t that tell us that he got it wrong in the first place? Staying with his interview on the official site, he spoke of a lack of belief in his side. Isn’t this the same McInnes who, when giving his two-fingers speech on BBC Radio Scotland claimed that he had signed the right types? I’ve said on several occasions this season, we don’t have enough winners in the team and it was evident again against St Mirren.

The lack of belief and leadership throughout the team was a worry. I praised Cracks in a previous blog for the way he cajoled his team mates during tough times, but even he was quiet on Tuesday night. I readily admit that he was injured, so please be clear that I am not slagging him off. I was merely disappointed. The fact that he declared himself fit is admirable indeed.

On the touchline, Tony Docherty often looked beleaguered and that undoubtedly transmitted onto the park. I admit that I shouted at Tony to lift the players, but I guess his hands were tied by Del’s mistakes and it’s perhaps naive to expect him to lift players who know they are playing with a tactical handicap.

The final criticism of McInnes is more controversial. In my opinion he got the build up all wrong. I’m not going into specifics, but Friday was a very light session for the players. They got a terrific result in Motherwell and yet the still had to appear at the park on Sunday. Let’s cut straight to the point, the players are brought in on Sunday to stop them drinking on the Saturday. It doesn’t work, because the time we had four players lifted, two were nabbed on a Saturday prior to a Sunday shift.

There are several aspects to this scenario. Sunday shifts have been controversial since Del first introduced them. They began for injured players and have now become regular events. Nick and Del had several discussions about them. The players still resent giving up their Sunday, especially as they do little work.

The second aspect is the lack of trust and respect between players and management. Undoubtedly, there are players who take the Mickey. Tales of Wullie McLaren, Momo Sylla et al are well known. Del says he has the right types, yet he doesn’t trust them to look after their bodies on a Saturday night. Even if they have a skin-full, will it honestly affect them on a Tuesday night?

The biggest issue for me is that the players exhausted themselves on Saturday and frankly needed the down-time on Sunday. A few of them commented that they were tired on Monday and it’s not the first time players have complained of being jaded under Del. The body needs a balance of work, rest and play; in my opinion he got things wrong. Times have changed, win bonuses in cash happen less often these days, but Del could have said to the players at half time against Motherwell, “win this and I’ll give you Sunday off.” There is no doubt that St Mirren had far more energy than us and that’s a worry.

I don’t feel it’s appropriate to judge the players too harshly, but readers who couldn’t get to the game seem to appreciate the player ratings so I’ll give it a bash:

Enckleman – Too quiet again but excellent kicking all night long. Handling was fine though there were a few crosses where he should have come and collected. I feel he was unsighted for the Goodwin goal as it wasn’t hit with huge pace and I’d have hoped he would have touched it round or parried it.

Mackay – Struggled with the pace of the game at full back, but he supported well with several late runs. Very guilty of letting his head drop, he didn’t captain the side well at all. Struggled badly in midfield but he wasn’t helped by a poor Alan Maybury behind him.

Anderson – A very mixed bag. Some excellent flicks, he did well to bring the ball past their strikers and play away from the 18 yard box. Often out-muscled, his confidence is shot to pieces. I mentioned that one of our former players had warned me about Ando’s confidence at the moment and it was so obvious. He played so many balls back to Enckleman it was bizarre. The crowd getting on his back didn’t help matters. He’s had some great games against Hearts in the past, he needs one on Sunday.

Wright – Also an up and down performance. Couple of good wins but posted missing twice for no real reason. Injured early on and out for three weeks I think.

Maybury – Guff performance from the wee full back. He was fouled out the game on several occasions, but he also got his distances wrong and his sides wrong far too often. Looked like Cads against Manchester United.

Millar – Looks rusty too me. He was off-form against Well too. Usual effort and tenacity but the weight on too many passes was wrong. Poor decision making in the last third and he was more baffled than Craig by the position he was expected to play.

Adams – On the face of it a deserved booking and an own goal should indicate that he was rightly subbed, but that isn’t true. Jamie had a decent first half despite having no real help. He was accused of playing too deep, but that kind of sums up the fact that Docherty didn’t understand the set-up. Shoulda stayed on the pitch, might have changed the game.

Craig – Couple of reasonable shots on goal and overall he was okay. Struggled at full back, especially as Gibson stayed high up the park. That said, he gave little away at full back.

Higgy – Badly screwed by Del. Played well, supported well, but ultimately asked to perform an odd role. I think he’s scored in every reserve game, he was excellent at Parkhead and made the third Motherwell goal – he deserves a start over Sheridan.

Sandaza – Not his night. Things just wouldn’t work for him. Fans on his back – inexplicable life forms! Great player, bad night.

Sheridan – Tried hard and had a really good first 25 minutes. Faded back to his normal self though he did put in plenty effort. Goals to games ratio remains decent, it’s now 6:27 for Saints and 12:60 for all Scottish clubs. Wonder what Haber would get in 27 appearances...

Cracks -  Poor game but very clearly unfit. No point saying any more.

Gibson – A white man’s Cleve. Poor player, poor attitude, poor hair cut but an awesome girlfriend – smoking hot. Thanks to Honest Saints Fan for pointing her out!!

Robbo – The enigma continues. I cannot judge this player. He looks good at times, great at times and gash at times.

The crowd was awful in number and voice, we must do more to get people into McDiarmid. The referee was awful, but that’s the SPL for you. None of these things must be allowed to detract from Derek McInnes howlers. That was horrible viewing. It’s hurt all day and it’s still hurting now. I never want to experience this again.

SPL 7 - Motherwell Away

Small Margins

No fan who attended Hampden Park will ever forget the sight of watching a limp St Johnstone side roll over and sleep on shift. The scenes of rapture from the Motherwell fans will hurt for many a year to come, the sense of dejection that surrounded our exit from the Scottish Cup will be with us in every semi-final from now until the hoodoo is broken. Motherwell were not a better team than us that day. They are not a better team than us today. That day we lost 3 scud, yesterday we reversed the result.

Player apathy, poor man-management, luck or a combination of all three saw us leave Fir Park in a mood for a party. Although the party I attended was hosted by Sean Batty, it’s fair to say it was the result that made my whole week....

As we went into the game rumours and wild speculation suggested that Millar and McCracken would be missing, though in the end only Cracks missed out. Liam Caddis, curiously rested from 19 duty was on the bench as were Sean Higgins and Marcus Haber. The last two making way for the utterly useless, Cillian Sheridan.

Before we deal with the positive aspects of the win, Sheridan is going get a roasting. I cannot believe that folk defend this lanky streak of tin dish. I couldn’t care less how funny he is, how sexy he is, how nice he smells or that he loves life, is pally with Jody had a “great” scoring record last time. Instead I prefer to focus on the fact that he’s paid to play football and he isn’t any good at his job. In an aggressive retail job, he’d be on a development plan. Yes, my good, good personal friend, Gregg Aitchison, is correct that Sheridan put in a decent level of effort in the first half, he also hit a decent snapshot and was there had Adams headed shot needed a touch - though he may have been ruled offside. Thing is, both Haber and Higgins can offer so much more.

Both men must be thoroughly fed-up with McInnes and his wacky selection. Higgins in particular can do no more. He is scoring for fun in the reserves, he was simply excellent against his Celtic at Parkhead and when he came on against Well he started the move which led to the third which he himself provided on a plate. Derek McInnes said that he considered starting Higgy against the Well, I suggest to Mr McInnes, that it was yet another mistaken team selection. It is quite remarkable that we’ve worked for two years to get him on board and then we don’t play him.

As for Marcus Haber, the similarities are there too. Constant close-season communication and haggling saw the athletic Canadian sign on late in the day. His salary remains at the top bracket and yet we play him out of position. Why doesn’t Callum Davidson get dumped at centre half, Adams at right back or Craig on the right wing....oh hang on a minute. McInnes needs to sort himself out quickly. He will not continue to get lucky.

On the plus side, he did go with a fairly normal 4-4-2 and that certainly worked a treat. Del, yes the master of tictacs and other mint based confectionary, spoke at length of the importance of our wide players working as a pair. Perhaps, he would do well to realise that experience between a partnership promotes success.

Speaking of success, the two central midfielders most likely to leave McDiarmid Park stole the show at Fir Park. Much has been written by this author about the limitless talent of Kevin Moon. The wee man is a genius of the game and Craig Brown must bitterly regret not securing his services. A much improved offer to play in red is surely heading to Mooner’s pad and we can only hope that his loyalty to Saints is strong. His performance on Saturday left many viewers open mouthed. The ease with which he works the ball past players is simply breath-taking.

A club like Saints get players like this on occasion and we should every moment. It’s a matter of time before his injury prone reputation is blotted out by sublime performances. Now that tousled haired Franky is running the physiotherapy side of our club, there is no reason to suspect that Mooner won’t remain injury free for years to come. Of course his hand injury is something that Franky can do nothing about. Moon took another sore knock to the wounded appendage but shrugged it off with gritted teeth. A rest on Tuesday might be needed as Midgie and Millar should see off the Midden, whilst Liam Caddis deserves a wee run on the right of midfield.

Jamie Adams, powered the Saints into a first half lead, irrespective of Timothy’s leggy intervention. He had the presence of mind to follow up Midgie’s shot in the second half which almost lead to him scoring again. He also got booked for a perfectly fair challenge. Whilst I fully respect Derek McInnes for not being a “moany manager” in the style of the gutter trash like Peter Houston, Del really needs to get some protection for big Jamie. Times without number he’s been booked simply because Scottish referees are too stupid to understand the physics of collision and momentum.

The basic intelligence of humans in Scotland is on the wane and nowhere is this better illustrated than in football referees. Crawford Allan, looks and moves like an extra in a Scissor Sisters movie. Whether he is in full control of faculties is hard for a mere spectator to judge. What is clear is that if his type are considered “fit for purpose” the SPL need an appeals system for yellow cards.

There are several arguments at play here. Firstly, Crawford Allan earns more than Jamie Adams and therefore should operate at a better level than Jamie. Secondly, if Jamie Adams misses out on games (under the totting up system) he loses valuable income. Thirdly, if we are denied Jamie’s services, it will allow imposters such as Murray Davidson to return to the squad. Actually, if I was an Old Firm fan I’d start a conspiracy theory that referees (excluding Winters) and Murray Davidson are in cahoots, talentless folk earning a huge sum of money from fitba.......

Anyway, that’s another argument, but Del must immediately contact the SPL and demand that Jamie is protected from idiotic bookings. He has scarcely committed a foul all season yet I suspect he tops our disciplinary points chart. Of course the big fella likes to crunch into a tackle and ever since his debut at Glenalmond College, has boosted team morale by launching full scale attacks on his opponents. The little and large combination work well and both are capable goal scorers. I wonder if anyone can be bothered working out what Jamie’s goal scoring record is at Saints. Per minute, it must be better than Sheridan over all games in both spells.

On the right hand side of our midfield, Chrissy Millar had a bizarrely poor game. All his assets were on display in spells; lung-busting runs, close control, accurate shooting and battling qualities were ably demonstrated sporadically throughout the ninety. Unfortunately, for large spells he made very poor decisions, often and unusually losing possession or breaking down our own attacks. Still, he’s been a great signing and his new addition is surely causing a few sleepless nights so we can forgive him a below form performance. Especially when Stevie Hammell is on our side....

On t’other flank, Liam Craig put in another strong shift and capped his performance by adding the third goal. His defensive game has come on leaps and bounds but this year he has re-discovered his attacking zest and is always there or thereabouts whenever a goal mouth stramash occurs. He might not top the goal scoring charts this year, but like Jamie Adams, he’ll weigh in with his share of valuable goals for.

Liam Craig also played a vital role in protecting Alan Maybury from the potent threat of Chris Humphrey. The fans who howled derision upon the Motherwell winger would do well to ask McInnes if he’d swap Humphrey for Wullie Gibson. It was good to read Jody Morris praising the veteran defender for his handling of Mr Humphrey and Jody was correct to say that Alan was man of the match (only just though, Ando was back to his very best form) but credit must go to Liam for working back when required. A winger as tricky as Christopher, needs extra handling and Liam worked well with Maybs to shackle the winger throughout the game.

Derek McInnes was correct to identify the importance of the partnership between the two players. Interesting that Maybury also received rave reviews at Parkhead when he worked in tandem with Dave Mackay. Those that have castigated the wee man would do well to stand up and apologise for doing so. We were lucky to get him last season and luckier still to retain his services. The high earning, Callum Davidson, simply wasn’t missed.

Inside Maybury, Frazer Wright put in another very average performance. Silly fouls were given away and he eventually got himself booked for a mixture of persistent fouling and persistent (foul?) mouthing. Let’s hope Cracks isn’t out long-term. As ever with Frazer, he was wildly out of sync with his defensive colleagues. It’s a matter of time before he gives away a goal by playing someone on, or by being yards in front of his man. It might be that he’s a Kevin Rutkiewicz; perhaps he’s too busy criticising those around him to fully focus on his own job. Nevertheless, he got us through the game and didn’t get too much wrong.

His partner was the cruelly maligned Steven Anderson. Two of our former players have told me that Ando is the best defender at the club but Del’s constant abuse and nit-picking has eroded his confidence to  rock bottom. It’s a travesty that such a naturally gifted boy is treated in such a way. I don’t agree with the players who claim Del has a west coast bias, though it easy to see why such an opinion exists amongst some of them, but something is badly clouding Del’s judgement when it comes to Anderson. Mind you the same could be said of Higgins and Haber....

One of the constant criticisms of Ando is his willingness to dive in. This is simply untrue and is largely based on a couple of incidents when his team mates have left him badly exposed. He is actually a very cute player and often gets wee flicks and touches which are so vital to breaking down an attack. He was at his commanding best against Motherwell. If he is dropped following such a stonking performance....

At right back, Dave Mackay had a pleasant afternoon. Proudly sporting the Campus Sports Captain’s arm band, he was rarely made to work for his corn. He got forward whenever possible and certainly did his best to lift Midgie’s game. A defender who goes unnoticed is generally a class act and Dave was largely anonymous in the Lanarkshire sunshine. I can pay no higher tribute.

Behind the back four, Pete Enckleman had two saves to make. One a rasping, rising shot that was arguably screaming over the crossbar and the second a direct result of his own mistake. A hanging cross from the Motherwell left was heading into a inactive area, guarded by a Saints defender (Wright?) when Enckleman decided it was time to be a hero. He caught the ball with a curved hand and merely delayed its landing. When it came down, it fell beautifully for the Motherwell player to hit a shot which the keeper turned round the post. From one camera angle the shot was wide... Still folk continue to question why I wanna see Mannus get a shot.

So that leaves one player to rate, a Mr F Sandaza. What to say of him? Firstly and most importantly he’s a cheat and the type of player that brings the game into disrepute. No surprise that he plied his trade at Tannadump. His antics during the game were probably as bad as we’ve witnessed since Peaso at Pittodrie. They are unnecessary, unprofessional and I cannot condone his behaviour. If we want Adams treated well, we need to reciprocate.

As for his football, it was pretty poor to be honest. We were warned by United fans that Sandaza could have the touch of a three legged mule, he had one of those days at Fir Park. Nevertheless, he worked hard and took his goal with great aplomb. He should also be praised for feeding Sean Higgins in the build up to the third. Although it was only right that he should do so, it was probably against form and my comments are always designed to be balanced where applicable. In his BBC interview, Del talked of working to improve Sandaza whilst he is with us. I’m interested to see how he fares.

So, a very happy trip to Motherwell and a decent start to the league campaign. The three points gained at Parkhead merely make up for the three gifted to Dunfermline by Del’s wacky selection.

The games continue thick and fast. St Mirren in the cup on Tuesday followed by a ridiculous Sunday game against the Jammy Tarts on Sunday. Danny Grainger and thingy Novikovas will doubtless get dogs abuse from the home fans, but I wonder if Danny Grainger will have the smile reduced or broadened.

Del is amongst the great folks of the Main Stand on Tuesday so fear not, I’ll keep him right.

All together, “One Steven Hammell.....”

Under 19 League Match - Dundee United Home

Dundonian Robbery

Regular readers will know that I rarely compose a match report without blaming someone at Saints for a defeat. In most situations, there are always things we could have done to prevent losing the game. On the back of Friday’s defeat, I simply can’t pick fault.

Alec picked a good side with a good shape and gave good instruction for the duration. Helping the players; not patronising them. If he continues in this vein, he will receive my full support. I am delighted to see the change in attitude and it’s clear to see that the players are now responding to him. It didn’t happen in the past but there is clearly respect between players and coach this year. That bodes well for all concerned.

We started the game in a terrific manner, pressing hard with the wind at our backs and making the most of the unusual surface. Young Midget, who shares his name with the disgraced Heart of Midlothian right back, was combining well with Mitchell (pin-up of the SJFC magazine and available in most local newsagents or from McDiarmid Park) and the front two of Kano and Gray. More often than not, when we build an attack on the right, one of the front boys would come out and make an angle allowing Thomson to run into the corner. Ricky was giving the Arabs a torrid time as he burst forward from centre midfield and young Steevsie was allowed to cut in from the left wing to increase the goal threat in the box.

The passing in the first half was a joy to behold. One of the advantages of having a threadbare squad is that all the players know each other intimately and that was clear to see. Times without number two of our players were equidistant from the ball yet not once was there any confusion as to which player was taking the ball. One-two’s often became one-two-three’s and it just worked like a well oiled machine.

We were comfortable when playing tight on the shy-line, we were comfortable when cornered (invariably winning a corner kick or throw-in) at no point did United look like posing a threat. Their keeper and left back were both having regular hissy fits whilst our troops were once again captained superbly by Moffat, who again was partnered by Hutch. I assume that Rodger is still sidelined by his nasty injury sustained at Creamery Park.

Also missing from the squad were Callum and Cads. Callum presumably injured and Cads (presumably) protected because we’re at the bare bones for the first team midfield. Although Callum wasn’t really missed, thanks to Scotty Gray putting in an excellent shift, Liam’s drive and fitness was badly missed in the second half. Wee midget dropped right of the game when he had to run in the wind and no longer carried the threat he had in the first half. Nevertheless, the wee man can be proud of his efforts. He took the game to United without fear and that attitude will serve him well throughout the season.

It was another of the young players, Greg Mitchell, who started the chain of events leading to United’s first goal. The timing and circumstances could not have been worse. With the game badly delayed due to road works at the Keir Roundabout, your author was too stupid to note the kick off time. My watch read 1358 as the referee blew for the goal. Mitchell had over run the ball, some 25 yards from goal and he took a silly swipe at one of the United lads. The referee was correct to award the free-kick but it was never a yellow card. By booking the right back, he then set a stupid precedent.

Anyway, just like the Motherwell game, we went to sleep at the back. Didn’t pick up and didn’t make enough effort or show enough bravery. The diagonal ball was played back into a decent position and it was an easy finish past an isolated Worby. As expected the referee blew for half time almost immediately.

The awful people on the United bench because between them they don’t possess enough brain cells to realise that we had battered them for 45 minutes. Still results are all that matter and Arabs hadn’t won a game all year. Maybe that’s because their coaches are not very good?

Anyway, the onset of half time saw your author skedaddle for a second jacket to fight off the blustery conditions on the exposed pitch. As I walked to the car I was pleased to note that in the crowd were; Stewart Duff, Abby Ramsay, Callum Davidson, Derek McInnes and one other match day official whose name I should know. Irrespective of the names, our club is in very good hands these days. We not only have a board of successful, self-made folk, but we have a passionate and loyal batch of officials who handle themselves with dignity.

Watching Del and Davidson in action together makes my suspicious mind wonder whether Callum will Del’s assistant when McInnes finally fecks off to England. It’s rumoured that Doc doesn’t want to uproot his family and surely he would fancy a crack at the real thing. I’m certainly not advocating this, there are better managers out there; but I’d be open-minded if he did take over. He might not have any time for me, but I won’t hold that against him. If it’s Doc and Jody, c’est la vie. That said, Jody Morris will certainly not start with a clean sheet if he gets the managers’ job. Anyone that believes 4-4-2 is an outdated concept; simply doesn’t understand the game.

As the teams came out in the second half the wind had dropped and the rain had halted, though it would re-appear at the end. Saints were shooting uphill and into the wind, with a one goal deficit. Nevertheless, they played so well you’d have thought the three circumstances were reversed. It was fairly early into the game when we won a freekick, 22 yards from goal. A sense of expectation surrounds our attacking set-plays these days and you author stood behind the United keepers goal.

I watched open mouthed as Ricky clipped the ball high over the wall from his right to his left, it was dropping but boy was it hard to tell whether it would drop enough. The keeper panicked and through himself high to his right and as he fall despairingly to the deck the ball zipped into the keeper’s top right corner. The phrase postage stamp was made for goals like this. If you thought Hardie’s kick against the Hearts was good, you’d have loved to see this. 1-1 and surely now, it was our game to take.

We pressed and harried for dear life, winning four or five corners in a short period of time. We made great use of the diagonal ball, a specific and early instruction from Alec to combat the swirling winds. We frequently built from the back, knowing the Worby wouldn’t get any great length when kicking into the wind. Aiden and Greg worked well with Thomson and Steeves to support attacks and repel United’s infrequent forays.

Sadly, Ricky McIntosh began to drift out the game and Kez Stewart was struggling to hold the centre of midfield. He did have more space as it looked as though United were now doubling up on Mr McIntosh.

Half chances were created by the dozen but so very often a slip, a gust of wind or pass just short of perfect prevented us from scoring. Young Mancunian, Hutch, headered against the post and the rebound was the stuff of tears as it skiffed past three blue shirts and plonked right at the feet of a grateful of United player. It was one those moments when you realised it wasn’t to be our day.

And so it proved. With Saints rampaging forward and throwing some caution to the wind, we got hit on the counter. If you wanna be super-critical, Aiden perhaps could have brought down the man on the right but he would undoubtedly have got straight a red card for his troubles. He probably did well, not to dive in. It was just one of those things. In fairness to the opposition, the move was slick on a surface with more anomalies than a Dundonian teenager. There is no doubt that we tired as the game wore on, perhaps an indication that the boys had out so much into chasing the game.

Late on we had a great chance as our only subbie managed to get a shot away in a packed penalty box. Sadly for us, the ball rose just inches over the bar. As I said; one of those days.....

Yet again, the Under 19s have provided great entertainment with certain players showing real promise. My top two tips; Kano and Scotty played well, though in Scotty’s case, a few moves didn’t quite come off. These lads undoubtedly have a future in the game and Ricky is scoring for fun at the moment, a valuable commodity. He might well end up on loan, sooner rather than later, Kano might also go down that route though probably not until 2012. Moffat captained the side well, though he could have done with keeping his chin high and his chest out when the going got tough in the second half.

All told there were no failures and I left with only plus points. Alec is turning my mind in a dramatic fashion. The female talent at the Uni remains strong and I even found time for a wee bit of sport after the game. Happy times.

SPL 5 - Dundee United @ Home

Utter Exasperation

I want to start this report with an apology. The game was several weeks ago and I was simply too irked to write it before disappearing on a wee mid-season break. As such, my recall, which is poor at the best of times, is likely to fail me on more than one occasion.

What is important is the key point of the game – McInnes got his tactics badly wrong in the second half and cost us two points against a team that will surely sneak into the top six. Peter Houston is inextricably involved with some untoward behaviour and has never impressed me as a manager. Nevertheless, partly through luck, he was allowed to change his team and gain a valuable point on the road.

Of course, when Del travelled to meet his sycophants, nobody had the chutzpah to call for his head. Shame it wasn’t an event for all fans, but when splinter groups are allowed to form you get “trade union” style scenarios. Anyway, the irrelevant can prevent me from destroying Del in face-to-face combat; they can’t change the facts; Wee Deco, stood with his hands in his pockets watching Sheridan handicap us with his apathy and fatigue, yet done nothing to support Fran Sandaza. That is inexcusable and crystal clear proof that he doesn’t learn. Remember the debacle at Tannadice when Deuchar was stripped for 10 minutes? Del cannot react to situations when we are in front.

It’s fine and dandy bragging that he has the balls to change a game we’re losing or drawing, but that’s child play. If we’re losing or drawing, any change is devoid of pressure and therefore the challenge is less. Those close to me know the truth of the following story.

As the teams were shaking hands (an act which still leaves me feeling incredulous) I said to my mannie, “this is a strong team, we could win this.” Of course, we had a bit chuckle when Douglas scored with each of us jocularly announcing, “what do we know, eh?” yet by half time it was clear that our support of the starting eleven was well-placed. It wasn’t the correct starting eleven, of course; Sheridan would be sent home if I had my way. Higgins who starred against Celtic and rattles in the goals for the reserves, deserves a decent run alongside Fran the Man. I can’t fathom David Robertson and Frazer Wright still hasn’t won me over. Nevertheless, Robbo has great skill and Wright was excellent against Celtic so I won’t nitpick too much.

At half time, I sent a few text messages explaining that the game was still alive and we needed a fourth to kill it. Some may have thought I was joking but I wasn’t. Dundee United are a team without morals. The modern game may dismay many, but teams like Hearts, Mixu’s Killie and this lot are the worst offenders in a guilty league. They dive, they feign injury, they use their hands to control the ball, they intimidate officials and they foul our players. They also carry a massive goal threat and have done for several seasons.

For all these well known reasons, we should have pushed for a fourth. Above all, we should have recognised that they were in no-way demoralised by the three goal reversal. For most of the game, they played with their typical arrogance. There was little dissension in their ranks and whatever the internal relationships are, they worked as a team throughout the 90 minutes.

Derek McInnes failed to grasp any of this. He brought the players out at the start of the second half and we immediately looked half-hearted. Yes we had one or two chances to make it 4-1, one gilt edged chance was wasted in spectacular style following a quick counter attack, but predominantly we allowed them to come onto us.

Football is a simple game. We took them in at half time trailing by 3 goals to 1, because we attacked them. Our attack minded approach worked. We scored more than them. Why then, would we change tack? Why would we invite such strong finishers into our own area and why would we try to defend closer to our own goal when we know that off-side decisions are often wrong and we know that they have players capable of scoring from a stramash.

I can’t answer these questions and nor could I ask them of Mr McInnes. I can only conclude that he is a very poor manager who doesn’t understand the game of football. There is no other plausible explanation.

Let’s be clear on this. If we had changed Sheridan for Higgy in the early stage of the second half, we would have won the game and we’d still have the option of playing third substitution if it were required. You know what makes this all the more galling? It’s pretty much what he did at Parkhead. We took the lead and he still had the balls to keep two up front. Following our win at Parkhead I told you all that Del hadn’t learned anything, now you’ve all seen it for yourself.

Incidentally, who still wants Sheridan at this club?

I’m not going into detail about each player, they were all good; we’re lucky to have a great squad at McDiarmid Park and Del must be praised for making good signings. That said, there is a rumour floating around about a comment Derek made at the meet the manager night and it needs clarified. Del allegedly tried to convince our fans that St Mirren star, Stephen Thompson, earns “7 times what our strikers earn”. If he said it like that, he’s not being very honest with you. There is an 8 fold discrepancy between our highest paid striker and our lowest paid striker. Stephen Thompson might earn 7 times what our low paid boys earn, he doesn’t earn 7 times more than our starting strikers.

The clubs pay deals are all vastly different and St Johnstone’s “points” scheme is a great idea. We’re lucky to be run so well. Recent board room changes should bring long-term benefit to the club. There might be a short term pain, but I actually don’t expect it to impact on the books next year.

Speaking of which, lots of ill-educated fans spend all year demanding better players and bigger wages. We hear that you’ve got to speculate to accumulate, odd that such as Brian Souter, Richard Branson, Michael O’Leary et al would generally disagree. Mind you, they’re hardly as successful as the fans who pack the stands at McDiarmid Park....

Geoff and his immediate board have worked wonders over the last few years, but the fact remains that we are in the financial mire. The books may have shown a loss of £209,000 but we are starting this financial year with season tickets down by a third compared to two years ago and an enormous bill for the best pitch outside the Old Firm. Our supporters have disappeared and the blame cannot be laid at the door of our brand of football. Yes, there was a spell of league games last season where we were poor to watch but ultimately we have been good under Del. Results haven’t been great, I believe we could have achieved more with the squad, but does that matter in the grand scheme of things?

We are a small town club, only a tiny percentage of our catchment area actually attend games. Despite this, we are the 8^th best team in the country; what an achievement! We have a squad of really good players, many of whom would easily fit into better teams. If you don’t believe me, ask Jim Jeffries if he was happy with Danny Grainger’s capture. We have a club that puts players into schools, gets posters into local businesses, ensures the Lotto is widely represented in the local community, runs training sessions all over the place and ensure that all customer contact is dealt with in a swift  and professional manner.

I often wonder if our fans have had dealings with other SPL clubs. I have had reason to be in contact with numerous clubs down through the years, indeed I’m working with two others at the moment. The quality of staff and the commitment to football simply isn’t there in most clubs.

How many clubs are forward thinking enough to ditch large catering firms and bring in a local man? How many clubs have such a successful and varied main board with incredible strength and depth as back-up? How many teams can boast such as Paul Smith? Not only a dyed in the wool enthusiast, but a man who deals with variegated tasks as if it’s no effort. Compare our ticket office to other clubs, our club shop to other clubs. The Muirton Suite is a fine place to congregate. We have the best viewing facilities in Scotland and a purpose built car park which is the envy of many clubs.

There is no excuse for our awful attendances. We must work harder than ever to full the stands at McDairmid Park. Our gross loss for the three years 2009-2012 could easily exceed half a million pounds. Forget about a big money deal for Murray Davidson; that moment has probably gone. Had the Rangers bid been made from a reputable company, it surely would have been considered.

These are tough times for all football clubs, yet we have the ability to make life easier for Saints. Support the club, not with your words but your cash. If you’re buying presents, buy them from Saints, if you’re eating out, try the McDiarmid Park restaurant, if you’re at  a loose-end pre-match head to the Muirton Suite, if you’re lonely at the football bring a mate, if you know someone that’s bored, tell ‘em to watch the Saints.

We can’t change the world, I can’t change the manager, but together we can swell the crowd and provide the necessary finances to enable future generations to enjoy watching the local team. If we don’t act, this club could go part-time and the euphoria of winning at Parkhead could be snatched away from our children.

Under 19 v Motherwell (Away)

Tales of the Unexpected

The first Under 19 game of the season was a disaster by any stretch of the imagination. Much is known of the Aberdeen youth development policy, and a trip to Balgownie is never inviting; nevertheless we got mauled and that’s never good for confidence.

Motherwell were the opponents in a match held in blustery conditions on a slick Creamery Park. Watched by Billy Stark, Alec Cleland fielded a strong side comprising many of last years stars such as Ricky McIntosh, Liam Caddis and my top tip Chris Kane. Hutch, Aiden, Gareth, Moffat and Callum were all present meaning that only right back, Greg, our goalkeeper, former Coventry City man, Worby and midfield Kez, were “newbies”. Scotty Gray and Andrew Steeves each had to make do with a place on the bench.

The Well have lost their commanding centre halves from last year and played a totally different style of football, building from the back through coloured and colourful, ball playing midfielder Hermann. I can hear ill-educated fans and pundits calling it the “right way to play football”, I find myself in total disagreement.

The Motherwell coach, Gordon Young, is man I hold in high esteem. Articulate, modest, encouraging, witty and smartly turned out, he is a credit to his employer. Nevertheless, his results when he was caretaker manager don’t look that great and ultimately, his side lost this encounter.

It’s all very well playing from the back and trying slick, one-touch passing moves from front to back, but if you don’t have the players capable of that sort of game it’s gonna put you in trouble. If you can’t keep a respectable shape and ensure players’ off the ball movement is top drawer, you’ll get pinned back – that’s exactly what happened in the first half.

Every throw from goalkeeper to full back was chased and harried by our front two, Ricky and Liam on the wings played a vital role in cutting out the long ball option. Times without number the ball went back to the opposition number one and he ended up striking a moving ball when his defenders were far from the midfield players.

We enjoyed great pressure as the defence mis-placed passes under pressure, both Ricky and Cads were getting forward well and early on we won a freekick on the left wing, 20 yards out. The ever impressive Cads floated in a lovely, out-swinging cross which several Saints attacked at the same time and the chance went a begging.

Motherwell occasionally threatened on the counter as they doubled up on young Aiden Hendry at left back. The full back, who’s grown in stature since deputising for Johnny Lindsay towards the end of last year, is now our only pukka left back and put in a fine shift; working well with those in front and alongside. Very rarely did he choose the wrong option and even when he did, he recovered well. His partners at the back were two thirds familiar from last year in the shape of hairy Gareth Rodger (who will likely struggle to face Dunfermline, having picked up a nasty looking knock on his right ankle) and the inspirational Chris Moffat.

With former leaders such as Lindsay and Sully now away from the club and guys like Vinnie, Mayzo and Reynolds all ineligible for the under 19 squad young Moffat has really stepped up to the plate in a manner quite unforeseen by your author. Vocal, aggressive, level headed and incisive the centre half was a commanding figure all afternoon and I, for one, salute the dramatic improvement in his game.

At right back, SJFC Magazine pin-up, Greg Mitchell, put in a determined shift. His size counts against him at the moment but there’s plenty time for that aspect of his game to change. Ryan Sullivan, made the number two jersey his own over recent years and we’re missing him badly. Sometimes you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone...

A long kick reached the Motherwell back line but Chris Kane was present and alert, hustling, harrying and pressing. The centre half was caught in two minds, tempted to head it back to the keeper but perhaps feeling it would be safer to head in front. In the end, he did neither, and the ball rolled off the back of his head where Kano pounced, took a touch for composure and finished with aplomb when one on one with the Well goalie.

In the time, it took me to text fellow Saintees the scoreline, we had doubled our advantage. A blatant handball in the Motherwell right back area gave Cads a chance to repeat his excellent early free kick. He got it wrong and the ball was very low when it arrived, Hutch got a flick and the referee had no hesitation in awarding the spot kick for handball. I must be honest, I saw nothing and the body language of both teams gave little clue as to whether or not the referee made the right decision.

Irrespective, Ricky McIntosh, the man with the cleanest teeth at the club, picked up the ball and tucked it away. Two nil the Saints. In the ensuing fall out, the referee very clearly explained the decision to the Motherwell skipper; there was no protest and I my hunch is that the decision was correct. Motherwell’s official site claims that the video replay showed an accidental touch and I’m happy to concur,

Saints continued to press and youth coach, Alec Cleland, sent words of encouragement and praise to his players. It looked set to remain at 2-0 as the players headed up the hill to the comfort of the dressing room. Unfortunately a drop in concentration saw a loose ball converted into attack. As Motherwell, swept forward Saints were able to stick the ball out for a throw in around 20 yards from the bye-line in our right side. The set-piece was a catalogue of errors for Saints as neither; the thrower, the recipient nor the back post were marked. The result was a goal for Motherwell and the easiest of headers for their centre forward. Unchallenged he had to head into a gaping goal from 2 yards. It was galling and was guaranteed to be the break that Gordon Young needed to energise his troops.

I must admit that as the second half kicked off, my only concern was getting my hair wet as the forecast rain and thunder blew ever closer. I simply couldn’t see Motherwell getting back into the game. I hadn’t figured on fatigue though. Put simply Saints younger players began to fade and after the first 15 minutes, it was Motherwell who looked most likely to score.

Kano, who must be catching the eye of the Scotland scout, became more and more isolated. Scotty Gray, introduced to protect Liam Caddis, was asked to play in several positions and as a direct result simply didn’t do himself justice. He’s one to watch though, and should have a future in the game. Ricky McIntosh was moved to the left wing and his game also suffered. In midfield, Hutch, who recovered well from a very poor start to his Saints career had a fine game while Kez certainly didn’t look out of sorts wearing the number four shirt.

Midway through the half, young Greg Mitchell made way for local boy Andrew Steeves and that saw, Hutch move to right back, Ricky to right midfield, Scotty to centre midfield with Steevsie wide left.

Unfortunately, before we could make our third sub, Motherwell had equalised. A slip on wet grass allowed the Motherwell right back, Nicky Devlin to finish with a cross cum shot. The former Dumbarton man will undoubtedly claim it was a shot, but the flight of the ball would suggest it was a cross. Whatever, it beat Alistair Worby and at 2-2 with time for a winner, physio and all round good guy, Jocky Peebles started screaming for the full time whistle!!

Callum picked up an injury and was replaced by a lad so young and skinny that we didn’t iron any numbers onto his shirt...

So began a series of shots into Worby’s goal. Thankfully, most of them were wildly off target, indeed Worby probably only made three stops all game. One stop he didn’t have to make was a great strike which had fans on both sides sucking air through their teeth.

The winner, like the first goal, came from pushing and hustling, this time by Steevsie. A pass back was a fraction short and as Steevsie rushed to collect, the home keeper, Wullie Muir fouled Andrew and the referee allowed Ricky the chance to win all three points. The playmaker did the needful and Saints players and bench erupted with delight.

The hosts undoubtedly feel hard done by, especially as the referee failed to award them a spot kick for a dubious hand ball by Gareth, but I simply can’t deny Saints the three points. Alec Cleland, a man who has been on the receiving end of huge criticism by your author, has shaped a very good side this year. We’re lacking physicality in all areas of the pitch, but the talent in there to be seen. Much more importantly Alec has clearly taken on board comments made recently. His touchline manner was almost diametrically opposed to the rubbish of the last few years. Gone was the prima donna bitchfest and in came words of hope, positivity and praise. None were threatened or treated like weans, he talked to them all with the correct levels of respect and decency.

In the excitement of our famous win over Celtic at Parkhead, I refused to praise McInnes as I felt him getting our tactics right was a flash in the pan; he duly proved me right against Dundee United. I have a modicum of hope that Alec’s approach against Motherwell is a genuine change of management and I fervently hope so. The arrogance of Cleland was disgusting to behold, if he can combine his talent for spotting a player and merge it with a more pleasant manner, we’ll have a great season.

Credit where it’s due, long may it continue.....

Under 19 v Motherwell (Away)

Tales of the Unexpected

The first Under 19 game of the season was a disaster by any stretch of the imagination. Much is known of the Aberdeen youth development policy, and a trip to Balgownie is never inviting; nevertheless we got mauled and that’s never good for confidence.

Motherwell were the opponents in a match held in blustery conditions on a slick Creamery Park. Watched by Billy Stark, Alec Cleland fielded a strong side comprising many of last years stars such as Ricky McIntosh, Liam Caddis and my top tip Chris Kane. Hutch, Aiden, Gareth, Moffat and Callum were all present meaning that only right back, Greg, our goalkeeper, former Coventry City man, Worby and midfield Kez, were “newbies”. Scotty Gray and Andrew Steeves each had to make do with a place on the bench.

The Well have lost their commanding centre halves from last year and played a totally different style of football, building from the back through coloured and colourful, ball playing midfielder Hermann. I can hear ill-educated fans and pundits calling it the “right way to play football”, I find myself in total disagreement.

The Motherwell coach, Gordon Young, is man I hold in high esteem. Articulate, modest, encouraging, witty and smartly turned out, he is a credit to his employer. Nevertheless, his results when he was caretaker manager don’t look that great and ultimately, his side lost this encounter.

It’s all very well playing from the back and trying slick, one-touch passing moves from front to back, but if you don’t have the players capable of that sort of game it’s gonna put you in trouble. If you can’t keep a respectable shape and ensure players’ off the ball movement is top drawer, you’ll get pinned back – that’s exactly what happened in the first half.

Every throw from goalkeeper to full back was chased and harried by our front two, Ricky and Liam on the wings played a vital role in cutting out the long ball option. Times without number the ball went back to the opposition number one and he ended up striking a moving ball when his defenders were far from the midfield players.

We enjoyed great pressure as the defence mis-placed passes under pressure, both Ricky and Cads were getting forward well and early on we won a freekick on the left wing, 20 yards out. The ever impressive Cads floated in a lovely, out-swinging cross which several Saints attacked at the same time and the chance went a begging.

Motherwell occasionally threatened on the counter as they doubled up on young Aiden Hendry at left back. The full back, who’s grown in stature since deputising for Johnny Lindsay towards the end of last year, is now our only pukka left back and put in a fine shift; working well with those in front and alongside. Very rarely did he choose the wrong option and even when he did, he recovered well. His partners at the back were two thirds familiar from last year in the shape of hairy Gareth Rodger (who will likely struggle to face Dunfermline, having picked up a nasty looking knock on his right ankle) and the inspirational Chris Moffat.

With former leaders such as Lindsay and Sully now away from the club and guys like Vinnie, Mayzo and Reynolds all ineligible for the under 19 squad young Moffat has really stepped up to the plate in a manner quite unforeseen by your author. Vocal, aggressive, level headed and incisive the centre half was a commanding figure all afternoon and I, for one, salute the dramatic improvement in his game.

At right back, SJFC Magazine pin-up, Greg Mitchell, put in a determined shift. His size counts against him at the moment but there’s plenty time for that aspect of his game to change. Ryan Sullivan, made the number two jersey his own over recent years and we’re missing him badly. Sometimes you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone...

A long kick reached the Motherwell back line but Chris Kane was present and alert, hustling, harrying and pressing. The centre half was caught in two minds, tempted to head it back to the keeper but perhaps feeling it would be safer to head in front. In the end, he did neither, and the ball rolled off the back of his head where Kano pounced, took a touch for composure and finished with aplomb when one on one with the Well goalie.

In the time, it took me to text fellow Saintees the scoreline, we had doubled our advantage. A blatant handball in the Motherwell right back area gave Cads a chance to repeat his excellent early free kick. He got it wrong and the ball was very low when it arrived, Hutch got a flick and the referee had no hesitation in awarding the spot kick for handball. I must be honest, I saw nothing and the body language of both teams gave little clue as to whether or not the referee made the right decision.

Irrespective, Ricky McIntosh, the man with the cleanest teeth at the club, picked up the ball and tucked it away. Two nil the Saints. In the ensuing fall out, the referee very clearly explained the decision to the Motherwell skipper; there was no protest and I my hunch is that the decision was correct. Motherwell’s official site claims that the video replay showed an accidental touch and I’m happy to concur,

Saints continued to press and youth coach, Alec Cleland, sent words of encouragement and praise to his players. It looked set to remain at 2-0 as the players headed up the hill to the comfort of the dressing room. Unfortunately a drop in concentration saw a loose ball converted into attack. As Motherwell, swept forward Saints were able to stick the ball out for a throw in around 20 yards from the bye-line in our right side. The set-piece was a catalogue of errors for Saints as neither; the thrower, the recipient nor the back post were marked. The result was a goal for Motherwell and the easiest of headers for their centre forward. Unchallenged he had to head into a gaping goal from 2 yards. It was galling and was guaranteed to be the break that Gordon Young needed to energise his troops.

I must admit that as the second half kicked off, my only concern was getting my hair wet as the forecast rain and thunder blew ever closer. I simply couldn’t see Motherwell getting back into the game. I hadn’t figured on fatigue though. Put simply Saints younger players began to fade and after the first 15 minutes, it was Motherwell who looked most likely to score.

Kano, who must be catching the eye of the Scotland scout, became more and more isolated. Scotty Gray, introduced to protect Liam Caddis, was asked to play in several positions and as a direct result simply didn’t do himself justice. He’s one to watch though, and should have a future in the game. Ricky McIntosh was moved to the left wing and his game also suffered. In midfield, Hutch, who recovered well from a very poor start to his Saints career had a fine game while Kez certainly didn’t look out of sorts wearing the number four shirt.

Midway through the half, young Greg Mitchell made way for local boy Andrew Steeves and that saw, Hutch move to right back, Ricky to right midfield, Scotty to centre midfield with Steevsie wide left.

Unfortunately, before we could make our third sub, Motherwell had equalised. A slip on wet grass allowed the Motherwell right back, Nicky Devlin to finish with a cross cum shot. The former Dumbarton man will undoubtedly claim it was a shot, but the flight of the ball would suggest it was a cross. Whatever, it beat Alistair Worby and at 2-2 with time for a winner, physio and all round good guy, Jocky Peebles started screaming for the full time whistle!!

Callum picked up an injury and was replaced by a lad so young and skinny that we didn’t iron any numbers onto his shirt...

So began a series of shots into Worby’s goal. Thankfully, most of them were wildly off target, indeed Worby probably only made three stops all game. One stop he didn’t have to make was a great strike which had fans on both sides sucking air through their teeth.

The winner, like the first goal, came from pushing and hustling, this time by Steevsie. A pass back was a fraction short and as Steevsie rushed to collect, the home keeper, Wullie Muir fouled Andrew and the referee allowed Ricky the chance to win all three points. The playmaker did the needful and Saints players and bench erupted with delight.

The hosts undoubtedly feel hard done by, especially as the referee failed to award them a spot kick for a dubious hand ball by Gareth, but I simply can’t deny Saints the three points. Alec Cleland, a man who has been on the receiving end of huge criticism by your author, has shaped a very good side this year. We’re lacking physicality in all areas of the pitch, but the talent in there to be seen. Much more importantly Alec has clearly taken on board comments made recently. His touchline manner was almost diametrically opposed to the rubbish of the last few years. Gone was the prima donna bitchfest and in came words of hope, positivity and praise. None were threatened or treated like weans, he talked to them all with the correct levels of respect and decency.

In the excitement of our famous win over Celtic at Parkhead, I refused to praise McInnes as I felt him getting our tactics right was a flash in the pan; he duly proved me right against Dundee United. I have a modicum of hope that Alec’s approach against Motherwell is a genuine change of management and I fervently hope so. The arrogance of Cleland was disgusting to behold, if he can combine his talent for spotting a player and merge it with a more pleasant manner, we’ll have a great season.

Credit where it’s due, long may it continue.....