Hibernian Team:
John Leslie (9.5)
Dave Lawlor (8) Jim McPherson (9) Andy Hardy (8.5) Grant
Ramsey (8.5)
Leon Ashford (8.5) Tony Lawlor (9) Jason Steer (8.5) Russell Stinson
(9.5)
Adam Pomoro (8.5) Gerry Vavousar (9)
Substitutes:
Kevin Robertson (Leon Ashford) 8
I said that some team was due a
humping from us and that team was BRADFORD. After playing them in scrappy niggly games for
over four seasons we slaughtered them in an emphatic fashion. The score you are begging
for NIL-EIGHT, their home game 0-8. Our second biggest victory outside
the thrashing we handed out to Man U.
The performance was fantastic, the order of goals I had to get after the game, there were
so many. This Bradford team did not know what hit them, walking off dejected and
downhearted.
So here is the match chronology, if I am bit vague on some of the goals, that is because I
seldom have to remember that many. First off was big Jason thumping 1 in for 1-0, then
Tony Lawlor after taking a lightweight corner and being berated by yours truly, scored
from the corner and cheekily asked "is that what you meant Kev"?
Half Time 0-2 to the mighty Hibernian.
This does not forgive the
absolute sitters missed by Adam Pomoro, exceeding by far the gaping misses of the younger
Pomoro against Eire and the easy tap in from Jason Steer, apparently Adam at this point
had a hamstring injury, ho bloody hum, more of this later in the report.
So at half time I gave the guys a bit of a hard time because I thought they were under
achieving. Much to the chagrin of a certain Mr Pomoro, however the talk seemed to work
because in the second half the dam burst and Bradford were inundated. Gerry was the first
to strike on a mazy, beating several and knocking home for 0-3. Then up steps Russell
Stinson who had an indifferent first half, to score three in row and rescue his man of the
match. All the goals came down the right flank where Dave Lawlor and Leon Ashford were
tireless. The goals were one mazy, one low hard drive (oh yes) and a
scramble. A hatrick and 0-6 for the Hibees, to any Hibs boys reading this the significance
of 7-0 will not be lost. So I offered a bottle of Champers to the scorer of the 7th goal,
what a medical revelation it caused the previously injured Adam Pomoro, steps up beats
three players, jinxing this way and that and drills it passed their despondent goalie 0-7
for Hibs. Champagne to be chosen by the manager, this will probably be Portuguese Champers
known as Cava<vbg>
At this stage Andy Hardy suddenly developed a mysterious injury forcing him to go in goals
whilst long tall and lanky John Leslie came on for glory and feck me did he not get one of
the most bizarre goals ever scored by Hibs anywhere. Gerry beat their keeper their defence
was downcast, John Leslie ran in parallel with Gerry. So then Gerry gets down on his knees
making to score with a header. John actually asked Gerry what he wanted him to do, the
response was along the lines of "hit the f***ing thing. So John our goalkeeper made
it 0-8. Bradford's humiliation was complete.
What a fantastic result and we were missing Tony Fryars, Stephen Watts, Lee Steer, Neil
Hinty and Steve Booth along with John Stevenson.
I am delighted with this form, long may it continue. I want you all to enjoy your two
weeks rest from the fray, because come November 7th we have a double to win.
What an absolute pleasure this job is when we play like this.
See you in November.
Lots of hugs and big wet kisses your very grateful manager.
Kevin
(Proud manager of London Hibs) |