United We Don't Stand.

Can we not have more International breaks? They certainly make you forgot the woefulness and pain club football brings when it returns.

There has been some weeks that I have been wondering if watching oor mob is worth 90 minutes of my life. There is other things such as kite flying, hedge trimming in the rain, shopping with the Mrs, allowing the CIA to waterboard you or sticking a thermometer up your rectum that would have been more enjoyable than some of the fare we have suffered.

Today wasn't one of those days when I reached for the CIA's telephone number. Today was one of those games that oor mob showed a bit of substance, which makes you comeback for more, makes you think we could be onto something.

Of course the wilful and almost gleeful commitment of the players to self destruct makes you think that your delusional, deranged and off yer rocker for trying to take anything positive from this bunch of charlatans.

I find it easier to if you set your expectation level as low as a snakes belly.

Our under pressure manager said there was a massive gulf between the teams and we dominated for 85 of the 90 minutes. While his statement is as OTT as a Cheryl Cole dress the better team did lose and only those with an agenda can argue- and will argue- anything different.

We set the pace of the game, we dominated the game and dictated the flow and the ebb which was all towards the United goal. It wasn't great, it wasn't vintage but remember my lowered sights? We struggled in the 2nd half to reach the low heights we achieved in the first but were still the most likely.

All the best players on show were Celtic players but so were some poor and- more importantly - very anonymous ones.

I'm not going to beat the drum listing oor mobs failings. That drum has been hit more times than Lars Ulrich bass drum. Let's look at the bigger failing.

Two away games in a row, when our performances haven't been great, with 10 minutes to go we have had our noses in front. Good teams, champion teams dig that out. Good players get that sniff of blood and see the game through.

We lack leaders. We lack characters. That has been lacking since January this year.

Throwing away 5 points to teams whose players are lucky not to be saying do you want fries with that our visiting their parole officers every Friday is something to worry about.   

2 wins in 10 games, against bottom feeders Hamilton and Kilmarnock, makes it hard not to just see this as a bad day at the office as it would have been seen if we weren't making our worst league start for 10 years.

Lets not make a drama out of a crisis.

To hell, it's a blog...let the drama commence.