Double Japanese A Must, In Falkirk. Aiden Edges Closer To The Door...

Koki Mizuno, He Flies, You Know...

First cries of Aiden McGeady happened, around, 1 minute in. They quickly faded. Celtic's PR machine has went into overdrive. Over the weekend, the press and Celticcybertimdom were full of stories from every Tom, Dick or Harry, or in oor case, Liam, Sean or Brendan, telling us tales of bawbagger-ness attributed to Mr McGeady. Radio Scotland, or Hootsman, had 'insider' knowledge passed on by Murdo 'Dunga Face' McLeod, which firmly laid the blame at McGeadys door. It was so one-sided that I half expected McLeod, to tell McGeady to: "Go on home..."

It's leaving a bad taste.

Even the manager gave McGeady a G.I.R.U.Y. He gave Koki Mizuno his first start wie the instructions to get to the line as often as Amy Winehouse on a night oot. "He has needed to get used to the Scottish culture and climate because he came straight from Japan, not like Nakamura who went to Italy first." advised oor manager on why he hasn't played The Man From Japan Mark II before now. He then gave him, Koki, a deserved pat on the back: "Koki gave us good width, good change of pace and good crosses and he gave us a goal as well", which you can see here along wie Scott McDonalds first goal in 7 games.

McDonald gave a man of the match performance and deserved his goal. His partner, though, Georgios Samaras, goal aside, is rapidly becoming the best advert for Jan Vennegoor there is.

After the week we had and the previous 2 games we needed 3 points. We got them. Performance level was well below the standard we will need going into the Bigotdome on Saturday but the manager deserves praise for going to a stadium where we have struggled and playing a midfield that looked like the Royal Mile during the Embra festival. 50% Japanese.

Oor makeshift defence, or first choice defence, got a clean sheet but they were very very comfortable against the worst Fawkirk side that John Hughes Blackboard has seen scribbled on it. Still, the worry is the Hesselinkitis, which saw us wieoot 8 players for Sundays game.

"Paul Hartley woke up with a bad virus" moaned WGS, conjuring up visions of  flesh eating virus that lives in Paul Hartleys beard and he added "I don't know how serious Stephen's injury is, we will see on Monday." Even though Darren O'Dea was sticking pins in his vodoo McManus doll it seems Captain Plastic will be fine. No word on Hartley, who is getting poked by guys in white suits and kept in a sterile chamber. We may need to bust him oot like that final scene in E.T, if we dinny want Gary Calderbuer in the midfield against The Huns.

Forza