
Dens Park Dundee. Dundee v Celtic. 14th January 2025. Photo Vagelis Georgariou
OVERALL – 5/10 – When a stroll becomes a stumble, then a shambles, then a relief that you didn’t break anything and got away with a light bruising. Dundee Reserves put in another title-challenging performance and the Celtic aristocrats looked on rather apalled at the sheer gall of it. Credit must go to them – after being ridden like Lilly Phillips for the first half hour they turned round and went at it like savages: Led by a ginger barbarian who is the poster-child for every Interpol identikit picture, managed by the most eloquent of 1000-yard stare jakeys ever put in front of a mic, and backboned by a brawny Norn-Iron Bhoy who roughs-up swarthy American defenders for yuks and didn’t even celebrate his goal “‘cos his uncle’s in ra’RA.”

Liam Scales, Dens Park, Dundee v Celtic. 14th January 2025. Photo Vagelis Georgariou
Having said all that and admiring their baws, (figuratively speaking, madam…) Celtic were atrociously complacent and passive in the face of Dundonian desperation. Almost like the Bhoys fancied a bit of excitement on a balmy January evening by the Tay. We certainly got it, although it’s not one you’d want to see repeated as we bewilderingly surrendered a lead twice after being in the expectant position of racking the goal difference into triple digits. That sort of schizo outing could have us crucified in the CL and probably papped out of domestic cups. So, as the glass collector said to the Celtic winger, “If you really must do it, then hurry up, do it tonight,
get it over with, and never speak of it again.”
Right, bring on Deek.
Go Away Now
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We’ve yet to discover Engels best position – right back or left back in the dressing room. Need to buy the Polak Bogusz to replace the Bogus.