Keith Jackson really didn’t enjoy his trip to Hampden to watch the first trophy of the Scottish season being decided.
All week the Scottish media had lapped up the noise and boasts coming out of Ibrox. Jackson had drooled over the feisty rivalry that Micky Beale had apparently built up with Ange Postecoglou.
Wisely the Celtic boss side-stepped the hype, leaving it to others to crank up the supposed rivalry.
Sadly for some it was all based on a football match, it went to form. The better team with the better players and the better manager came out on top. They played better and scored more goals, it was that simple.
Jackson however wasn’t impressed, watching from one of the best seats in the house with post match access to players and managers to share with Daily Record readers:
They promised a cup final classic. They produced a car crash instead.
And even though it all ended with another trophy for Celtic’s heaving cabinet, the pair of them ought to be done this morning under the Trade Descriptions Act. Because what we got at Hampden Park yesterday was an absolute mess of a football match.
Celtic won it with two expertly poached goals from Kyogo Furuhashi. The striker’s first came split seconds after Daizen Maeda had swung and missed at a fresh-air winder six yards out from Allan McGregor’s goal. His second arrived after half-time following a gift-wrapped pass from James Tavernier who gave up possession for no apparent reason when he passed to a green and white shirt rather than a blue one. On reflection, these were more than just the match-winning moments.
They encapsulated the entire, error-strewn contest which amounted to nothing much more than a running skirmish from start to finish, until ref Nick Walsh put the match ball out of his agony as an act of mercy at the end.
By then Rangers had at least managed to make it interesting – and for a while mildly exciting – with a scrappy second-half goal from Alfredo Morelos, which Joe Hart should have kept out but succeeded only in helping into the back of his own net.
The keeper’s gaffe was far from the biggest howler of the day. But it was perfectly in keeping with the tone nonetheless. Just when the world was watching and anticipating something spectacular, what we got was an endless succession of blunders, misplaced passes, badly-timed tackles, dreadful decision-making and trampoline-toe touches. It was remarkably low-brow stuff from its first kick to its last.
With three of the last four trophies won by Celtic to back up the Quadruple Treble before Lockdown it looks like there will be further successes for Postecoglou’s side to be covered by Jackson.
The pain. The bitterness. The bile. Keith is suffering. Long may that continue. “Lucky Ange” strikes again.
Poached goals ? How can they be well worked moves, you been let down jackass one simple reason arsehole they could not compete.
What a bawbag of a guy Jackson is. One team played well, unfortunately not his. As a reporter for the Daily Hun he writes all his rubbish reports to try and discredit Celtic but our fans, manager and players know what he is, the most bigoted and worse journalist in Britain. Why is this man still in a job when the newspaper is dying just like his team did. C.O.Y.B.I.G.
Old Keef is hurting bad.
114 trophies to 2… what rivalry? HH
P.S. Anyone else find it hard to read his textual diarrhea without hearing it in his awful nasal voice? Just me? Heh.
So why is the ball a he/him/his & not she/her/her’s…?
the levels of the modern day so called journalists be it politics or sport have reached a truly depressing stage and the editors need to be called out for allowing it.
Don’t read the guy don’t buy the record.
I fink it is all shit
The daily Record and it’s scoops should be hauled in front of the Trade Descriptions Act for impersonation of a standard newspaper and journalism ! Christ almighty ! Reporters sitting in their spare rooms trawling the net for second hand stories ,whose staunch allegiance to one football clumpany over all others is legendary and has the audacity to raise its daily price 3 times a year , including in the middle of the COVID pandemic ! Scotland’s Champion …. Yeah we all know .
Jackson the hun. Desperate to be relevant…best ignored. Him and his rag will disappear shortly, never to be missed.