Fighting For Our Right To Party
Tynecastle Stadium, Edinburgh. March 30th, 2014. Derby date #4.
It's the day of the third Edinburgh derby match of the season, and Ally McDaid leads his unbeaten Hibernian derby side into the match full of praise, having been on the right end of a springtime upturn in fortunes.
Weirdly though, he feels far more nervous than before this time around. The previous two games saw a win and a draw for his side, but this time around Hibs are clinging on to their Scottish Premiership life by the seat of their pants. This game was no longer just a derby, it was for the first time in years a
relegation battle.
Previously, at Hibernian F.C.
February hadn't started so well for Ally McDaid and Hibernian. They were well and truly dumped out of the Scottish Cup, falling to a whopping 6-2 away defeat at the hands of Dundee United, despite taking the lead. With the score nearly in deadlock with just 10 minutes to play and a place in the next round looming, McDaid ordered his boys to get up the field and find the equaliser. The result was devastating...for Dundee United anyway, as they claimed a further three goals late on to snatch it. Oh well, at least they only had one focus now,
right?
A potential must-win fixture at home to Ross County was next, and all appeared to be going to plan for an unlikely, and rather fortunate, victory. Captain James McPake had scrambled home a corner shortly after half time, and the Highland side, who has bared little threat during the opening 45, looked destined for failure.
Former Ireland - and Hearts, begrudgingly - striker Stephen Elliot had different ideas, however, and two well-taken goals in a very small period of time turned the game on its head. Hibs pushed, but they lost again, and now McDaid was getting more and more anxious by the day.
Then game the crucial away tie against fellow strugglers Kilmarnock, and thankfully wingers Jordan Obita and Geoffrey Mujangi Bia produced on the day to score their first goals in Scotland, and subsequently put Hibernian 2 goals ahead. Another former Hearts man, this time Darren Barr, pulled one back later in the half, but a second half-strike from James Collins eased the nerves, and handed McDaid a priceless 3-1 victory in his battle to survive relegation with the Hibees.
This win would spark a run of four more games unbeaten, with firstly Liam Craig sweetly bending in a free kick to upset Dundee United 1-0 at Easter Road, and then another priceless 3-1 away victory at doomed, managerless St Johnstone helping Ally edge closer and closer to survival.
A promising 0-0 draw at home to Motherwell would follow the next week, meaning with just two games to go before the end-season league split, Hibs were giving themselves every chance of staying up. They still had an onlooking Hearts, and a battling Killie, to get past in their battle however.
To The Present...
Keeping with tradition, Ally McDaid is attending the regularly-packed press conference ahead of Tynecastle's second, and last, Edinburgh derby of the season. And, as with tradition also, he is well and truly mocking the press alongside his friendly rival Dave Gordain.
"There have been a lot of mind games between you and Dave in recent weeks. How do you see them impacting the match?" asks one, dozy reporter.
"Mind games?!? Oh shush, Jose!" McDaid laughs as he slips in unnoticed with the par.
Another journalist doesn't seem to be the match-watching type, instead favouring the usual codswallop they send out in
The Scottish Sun, and adds some laughably critical questions about McDaid's right back.
"Former Jambo-turned-current Hibee Fraser Mullin hasn't had a great season, has he? Do you think the pressure is finally getting to the young lad?" they ask.
"Pressure? Bad Season? You've got to be kidding right, Fraser's been one of our best defenders this season and all you can do is crticise such a young, up-and-coming player? Go back to your exclusive scoops and your one-paragraph match reports, this is ridiculous," bemoans a now-furious Ally, as he holds back the urge to whip out his middle finger, and leaves the room silently again.
"Bunch'a wankers, what are they like?" he giggles to Gordain as the two cross paths.
An "underdog" speech plagiarised directly from your typical American sports movie later, and the managers take their seats in the dugout. A rapturous applause for Dave Gordain turns to a series of boos and jeers from the home (and, dare one say it, away) supporters upon Ally's arrival.
"Nice to see you as always!" he bellows, as he slumps into his chair in the dugout.
Half an hour into the game, and Hibs have barely been out of their own half so far. The fact that they are a trained direct, counter-attacking side seems to have escaped Ally's assistant, however, as he is furiously assuming the role of manager in screaming instructions of retaining possession and keeping it lowly.
"We'll beat ya, OBITA" has seemingly just been invented by the Hearts support and is speedily circulating around the ground like an electron.
And then, something magical happens. An apparent hopeful long ball nests itself on the skull of lone hitman James Collins, and a clever, if perhaps slightly unintentional, backwards flick-on finds its way to, would you believe it, destined to lose Jordan Obita, who uses his pace to get beyond the last man before firing an unstoppable angled shot from the acute outskirts of the box for 1-0. These are incredible scenes, and the Hibernian bench are going crazy. Obita runs over to his thankful, applauding manager, silencing the crowd as he does it, and high fives his new boss.
The lead lasts until stoppage time, but seconds from the half-time squeal comes a major blow, which grandly knocks McDaid back to Earth. A lovely move and then beautifully placed cross from Jamie Walker finds an unmarked, vastly escaped striker in Callum Patterson, and he has the simplest of tasks to glance it in to the back of the net past Barel Mouko in the Hibs goal. There's heartbreak, but that doesn't mean there isn't hope.
It is probably accurate to say that Hearts have been much the better side so far, but even more so that the Hibs players are shocked to receive an unfamiliar vote of confidence from their gaffer. Heading down the tunnel in expectance of a half time bollocking, the appetizer of the regular post-match hairdryer treatment, the green-shirt donned players encounter a warm reception from their coach.
He simply tells them to keep it up and that they're playing as good as they have all season, without so much as half a mention of the latest goal currently denying them a lead. And so McDaid sends them out knowing they are now full of confidence and destined to get something out of the game, with a lavishing smile on his face too.
The second half is nothing like the first, with only a goalmouth scramble from the Jambos causing any sort of excited reaction from the fans, though the emotions quickly turn to shock and disappointment as the home players suffer a head-in-hands miss, courtesy of the ball rolling along the goalline before another scramble from which Tudor-Jones gets it out.
And then the whistle is blown, and now McDaid's men take 9th place in the standings going into the final match of the pre-determined fixture list. A win in front of the Easter Road faithful could potentially see them move above their next opponents, Aberdeen, in the table, so it really is full steam ahead for a finish that would assure McDaid of his job, for another season at least.
Even better, Fraser Mullin has a plaudit-laden game in the Leith men's back line, ousting his critics for a few days at least until they jump right back on the hatred bandwagon.
Get it up ya, journalists!