Having a pint to contemplate our next move when Messers O’Hare et al land. With Vernon holding the e-tims court, we head round to Mc Chuills to watch Man U at the behest of Mickey Mc D who is looking distinctly uncomfortable with the lack of spit; sawdust, and hoops.
Back round to the Metro to head for the ground. Amazingly Vernon has yet to take a breath – this however is about to change. On leaving the bar we see a beamer speed past us – ‘Hope that’s not Vernon’s car’ – snarf,snarf! Next up a tow truck with a BMW strapped to its back – ‘no imagine if that was his car’ – cue further laughter. Then suddenly stops as we notice the Norn Iron plates. Aidan is nominated to be the potential bearer of bad news back to Vernon. Next thing we see Belfast Shamrock’s own Linford Christie sprints from the bar like a corkman leaving parkhead. Thankfully Mr. Fox got his wheels back safe and sound but unfortunately had to spend the duration of the match and a large slice of cash to do so.

Waded our way through the walkway swamp and are in the Jock Stein for kick off.
Decent first half – Kilie lying well back as is to be expected and making themselves hard to break down. Mc Swegan had a great chance for Kilie but thankfully he shaved some paint off the corner flag with his effort. 
Celtic were looking a bit narrow in midfield – Petrov often on the ball in the centre looking right to pass then seeming to realize – shit that’s right – I’m playing right wing. In spite of this Henke forced a good save from the keeper, Pearson headed over and Sutton smacked the crossbar with a peach of a header from a great cross by Pearson. At the other end Rab made a decent save from Invincible. Rab played well coming for crosses etc. – nothing like your big rival going on loan to boost the confidence eh? 

So nil-nil half time – no anxiety, the way this team is playing at the minute you know the goals are going to come. Not even the most optimistic Tim though was predicting we’d score five in the 2nd half.  All into the Jock Stein end, which was nice.

MON pushed Agathe further up the pitch 2nd half and we were soon seeing the benefits. On 55 mins Agathe took the ball on the right, skinned his man, played a neat one-two with BBJ and smacked it past Douberdeau, 1-0.

Ten minutes later Agathe again charged down the right and crossed for Hartson who somehow managed to send the ball off into the net and a mad angle while lying on top of his marker –from where I was sitting I am convinced the Welshman has a square head.

A minute later Lennon played an exquisite weighted through ball splitting the defence enabling Pearson to hit it 1st time into the net and providing Joe Sweeney with another exhibit for his “how undervalued Neil Lennon is” TM case.

MON took this as a signal to make a triple substitution and a lot fans took it as a signal to head for the exits. Skora scored a consolation goal for the visitors with a cracker strike before John Hartson rewarded those fans who had stayed to the end (Hello Mickey Mc Daid!) with a 5th one minute from time.

5-1.  21 league wins in a row, one off Morton’s all time Scottish record (Ta to Statto O’Hare for that). All in all another great day in paradise.
MOM: Didier Agathe