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Lewis Morgan; Looks no bad according to Flawless.
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29 Dec 2017, 11:22 PM
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Highlights of St Mirren/Dundee Utd
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29 Dec 2017, 11:40 PM
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The difference tonight when needed . I like him
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29 Dec 2017, 11:45 PM
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- 29 Dec 2017, 11:40 PM
The difference tonight when needed . I like him This.
Watched it tonight and second half he was difference but knowing my fellow fans on here he is doomed already.
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29 Dec 2017, 11:53 PM
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- 29 Dec 2017, 11:22 PM
First goal comes from his great ability on both feet. Starts with it outside his left and comes in on his right. Rare asset.
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First goal comes from his great ability on both feet. Starts with it outside his left and comes in on his right. Rare asset. First half at far away corner he did an outrageous flick with both feet kinda disappointing BT. never replayed it. It must have been good as TEG said it was as well
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30 Dec 2017, 12:07 AM
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Hope we get him
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30 Dec 2017, 12:16 AM
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- 30 Dec 2017, 12:07 AM
Hope we get him x 2.
I heard its all but done. Fee agreed and terms.
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30 Dec 2017, 09:31 AM
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- 29 Dec 2017, 11:22 PM
Hard to believe these players get paid, ref too. Some of the football here is utterly woeful.
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Well Bill is not happy.
DON'T BECOME A LOST BHOY Celtic can’t allow Lewis Morgan to become another Scott Allan or Ryan Christie if he moves to Parkhead, says Bill Leckie The midfielder looks set to join the Hoops in the January transfer window after impressing during St Mirren's rise to the top of the Championship
Spoiler: click to toggle LEWIS MORGAN trotted to the touchline so the gaffer could have a word. It was a tactical chat, of sorts. As in, the sort that stage-managed the perfect end to the perfect performance as a rollercoaster year swelled to the perfect crescendo. Because when Jack Ross told his boy wonder to switch from left wing to right for the final couple of minutes of Friday night’s 2-0 win over Dundee United, it wasn’t to influence the game — two gorgeous goals had already done that beyond doubt — but to make sure when his number went up, he was as far away from the dugouts as possible. And able to milk every last second of a heartfelt ovation. Sure enough, the moment the subby board glowed with a red 10, up rose 5,000 home fans, roaring and stamping and whistling and singing, as a fabulous young talent jogged the full width of the pitch and off towards the next stage of a career without limits. He high-fived each passing team-mate, the ref almost playing spoilsport by telling him to get a move on before realising what was happening and accepting the man of the moment earned the right to take his time. Me? I could have stood there and applauded the boy all night long. Though to be honest, most of us get that feeling every time he plays. There genuinely is no joy quite like that of seeing a special talent come through the ranks and grab a team by the scruff the way Morgan has done with St Mirren, to see him grow in confidence and stature and maturity until he becomes a reason in himself to buy a ticket. In half a century as a fan, there have been a handful who’ve grabbed me this way — the languid, lavishly-skilled Ally McLeod at the turn of the 70s, the late and lamented Bobby McKean soon after, Billy Stark in the Fergie era, the skinny ginger miracle called Frank McAvennie, the bottle-blond dynamo called Ian Ferguson, the little bundle of energy and desire that is John McGinn. On Friday night, though, Morgan was all of these heroes rolled into one as he rose head and shoulders above anyone else on the park to propel his team five points clear at the top of the Championship going into the New Year. His goals were terrific, both whipped in right-footed as he cut in from the left across the edge of the box. But on what we had all accepted would be the last- ever appearance when we could properly call him our own, his performance was about far more than just those strikes. No, this was a night when we watched a special talent and hoped against hoped that whatever happens to him next is just the beginning — as opposed to the beginning of the end, as happens when too many of our game’s hopefuls get what’s billed as their dream move. We presume he’s going to Celtic — he may well have gone by the time you read this — to be loaned back until the end of the season in the hope of getting us up to the top flight. But after that? Who knows? Will he take Parkhead by storm? Or will he be another Jonny Hayes, a Scott Allan, a Ryan Christie, frustrated ballast whose only real impact is in weakening the teams they leave behind. You pray this won’t be the case, because what a terrible waste it would be if someone as exciting as Lewis Morgan found his progress stunted by one appearance in six or the limbo of endless loan deals. See, two magical things happen when a guy like him gets on the ball. First, all of us in the stands edge forward in our seats, anticipating something memorable; and by this, I mean both our fans and theirs, because while we get a buzz of excitement, they can’t help but fear the worst. And the reason this first thing happens? It’s because of the second thing — the way he visibly relaxes in possession, the way time seems to slow down for him, space seems to open up, backtracking defenders seem to lose co-ordination. Plenty players are quick without the ball, but if anything Morgan seems to be quicker with it, head up and chest out, moving it foot to foot, daring his man to guess if he’s going outside or inside. In a sport that can all too often these days be ugly and cynical and wasteful, watching someone with this ability has a beautiful simplicity about it, a reminder of why we fell in love with it in the first place. Does that sound over-sugary? Well, tough, because when you support a club like ours, where success is a distant hope rather than a perceived entitlement, you grab your grains of magic dust when they’re in the air. In Lewis Morgan, we see that magic dust streaming from his flying boots, whipping up like a tornado as he delivers crosses, whooshing in waves as he unleashes those shots of his, dug out of his stride with barely an inch of backlift. When you have a young fella like this in the ranks, you want the team to play every day of the week and for him never to miss a minute — and you can’t help but feel protective of him, which is why every Saints fan carries more than a hint of fear over what lies ahead. With his pace, with his upper-body strength, with his two great feet, with the goals he has in him, it seems a no-brainer to all of us who’ve watched him grow these past three years that another one or two down the road he’ll be a superstar for club and country, that his next move will be for ten or 20 times this one. But we’ve seen it too often, all of us who support selling clubs and whose talent is trawl-netted by the big guns only to get lost in the shoal. Scottish football doesn’t have enough Lewis Morgans to risk this happening to him. More to the point, surely no manager could have watched him on Friday night of all nights could LET it happen. YOU could have put the kettle on for the fallout from that ghost goal at Tynecastle last midweek being all about the need for video technology.It’s easier that way, rather than anyone in power ever admitting that match officials sometimes get big decisions badly wrong. For me, it’s a nonsense to suggest the officials needed any kind of outside help to know Hibs striker Oli Shaw’s shot was over the line against Hearts. I haven’t spoken to anyone who was at the game, no matter where they were standing or sitting, who didn’t instinctively know it was in. That’s the key word here, though — instinct. The innate under-standing of angles, of how a ball bounces, of how players react to it, that come together to tell you in a split-second what’s happened in any given incident. In that crucial moment of a squeaky-tight derby, this instinct told you that the way the ball bounced when it came down off the underside of the bar, the way the Hibs players wheeled away without even glancing at the linesman and the way Hearts stopped playing, it was a goal all day long. Unfortunately, you get the feeling that more and more of our refs and linesmen lack that instinct, be it on the bounce of a ball or what’s a foul, what’s a dive and what’s neither. So I don’t buy the argument that assistant ref Sean Carr might have had a player between him and the line or that he wasn’t quite up with play or blahdy blah, because we all had distance and obstacles to see through yet we all seemed to agree — not with the aid of replays, but with the naked eye — that it was in. I’m not slaughtering the linesman here. My guess was that he lost focus for a vital moment and if so then he only did what every player on the park does at some point during every 90 minutes. All I’m saying is that, sure, we can bring in technology to try and make blunders like these a thing of the past. But we need to make sure it doesn’t offer officials an excuse not to give the game their total concentration. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2033973/celtic-lewis-morgan-st-mirren-scott-allan-ryan-christie-bill-leckie/
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Its up to the boy as much as Celtic. If he's good enough hell make it here.
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Well Bill is not happy. DON'T BECOME A LOST BHOY Celtic can’t allow Lewis Morgan to become another Scott Allan or Ryan Christie if he moves to Parkhead, says Bill LeckieThe midfielder looks set to join the Hoops in the January transfer window after impressing during St Mirren's rise to the top of the Championship Spoiler: click to toggle LEWIS MORGAN trotted to the touchline so the gaffer could have a word. It was a tactical chat, of sorts. As in, the sort that stage-managed the perfect end to the perfect performance as a rollercoaster year swelled to the perfect crescendo. Because when Jack Ross told his boy wonder to switch from left wing to right for the final couple of minutes of Friday night’s 2-0 win over Dundee United, it wasn’t to influence the game — two gorgeous goals had already done that beyond doubt — but to make sure when his number went up, he was as far away from the dugouts as possible. And able to milk every last second of a heartfelt ovation. Sure enough, the moment the subby board glowed with a red 10, up rose 5,000 home fans, roaring and stamping and whistling and singing, as a fabulous young talent jogged the full width of the pitch and off towards the next stage of a career without limits. He high-fived each passing team-mate, the ref almost playing spoilsport by telling him to get a move on before realising what was happening and accepting the man of the moment earned the right to take his time. Me? I could have stood there and applauded the boy all night long. Though to be honest, most of us get that feeling every time he plays. There genuinely is no joy quite like that of seeing a special talent come through the ranks and grab a team by the scruff the way Morgan has done with St Mirren, to see him grow in confidence and stature and maturity until he becomes a reason in himself to buy a ticket. In half a century as a fan, there have been a handful who’ve grabbed me this way — the languid, lavishly-skilled Ally McLeod at the turn of the 70s, the late and lamented Bobby McKean soon after, Billy Stark in the Fergie era, the skinny ginger miracle called Frank McAvennie, the bottle-blond dynamo called Ian Ferguson, the little bundle of energy and desire that is John McGinn. On Friday night, though, Morgan was all of these heroes rolled into one as he rose head and shoulders above anyone else on the park to propel his team five points clear at the top of the Championship going into the New Year. His goals were terrific, both whipped in right-footed as he cut in from the left across the edge of the box. But on what we had all accepted would be the last- ever appearance when we could properly call him our own, his performance was about far more than just those strikes. No, this was a night when we watched a special talent and hoped against hoped that whatever happens to him next is just the beginning — as opposed to the beginning of the end, as happens when too many of our game’s hopefuls get what’s billed as their dream move. We presume he’s going to Celtic — he may well have gone by the time you read this — to be loaned back until the end of the season in the hope of getting us up to the top flight. But after that? Who knows? Will he take Parkhead by storm? Or will he be another Jonny Hayes, a Scott Allan, a Ryan Christie, frustrated ballast whose only real impact is in weakening the teams they leave behind. You pray this won’t be the case, because what a terrible waste it would be if someone as exciting as Lewis Morgan found his progress stunted by one appearance in six or the limbo of endless loan deals. See, two magical things happen when a guy like him gets on the ball. First, all of us in the stands edge forward in our seats, anticipating something memorable; and by this, I mean both our fans and theirs, because while we get a buzz of excitement, they can’t help but fear the worst. And the reason this first thing happens? It’s because of the second thing — the way he visibly relaxes in possession, the way time seems to slow down for him, space seems to open up, backtracking defenders seem to lose co-ordination. Plenty players are quick without the ball, but if anything Morgan seems to be quicker with it, head up and chest out, moving it foot to foot, daring his man to guess if he’s going outside or inside. In a sport that can all too often these days be ugly and cynical and wasteful, watching someone with this ability has a beautiful simplicity about it, a reminder of why we fell in love with it in the first place. Does that sound over-sugary? Well, tough, because when you support a club like ours, where success is a distant hope rather than a perceived entitlement, you grab your grains of magic dust when they’re in the air. In Lewis Morgan, we see that magic dust streaming from his flying boots, whipping up like a tornado as he delivers crosses, whooshing in waves as he unleashes those shots of his, dug out of his stride with barely an inch of backlift. When you have a young fella like this in the ranks, you want the team to play every day of the week and for him never to miss a minute — and you can’t help but feel protective of him, which is why every Saints fan carries more than a hint of fear over what lies ahead. With his pace, with his upper-body strength, with his two great feet, with the goals he has in him, it seems a no-brainer to all of us who’ve watched him grow these past three years that another one or two down the road he’ll be a superstar for club and country, that his next move will be for ten or 20 times this one. But we’ve seen it too often, all of us who support selling clubs and whose talent is trawl-netted by the big guns only to get lost in the shoal. Scottish football doesn’t have enough Lewis Morgans to risk this happening to him. More to the point, surely no manager could have watched him on Friday night of all nights could LET it happen. YOU could have put the kettle on for the fallout from that ghost goal at Tynecastle last midweek being all about the need for video technology.It’s easier that way, rather than anyone in power ever admitting that match officials sometimes get big decisions badly wrong. For me, it’s a nonsense to suggest the officials needed any kind of outside help to know Hibs striker Oli Shaw’s shot was over the line against Hearts. I haven’t spoken to anyone who was at the game, no matter where they were standing or sitting, who didn’t instinctively know it was in. That’s the key word here, though — instinct. The innate under-standing of angles, of how a ball bounces, of how players react to it, that come together to tell you in a split-second what’s happened in any given incident. In that crucial moment of a squeaky-tight derby, this instinct told you that the way the ball bounced when it came down off the underside of the bar, the way the Hibs players wheeled away without even glancing at the linesman and the way Hearts stopped playing, it was a goal all day long. Unfortunately, you get the feeling that more and more of our refs and linesmen lack that instinct, be it on the bounce of a ball or what’s a foul, what’s a dive and what’s neither. So I don’t buy the argument that assistant ref Sean Carr might have had a player between him and the line or that he wasn’t quite up with play or blahdy blah, because we all had distance and obstacles to see through yet we all seemed to agree — not with the aid of replays, but with the naked eye — that it was in. I’m not slaughtering the linesman here. My guess was that he lost focus for a vital moment and if so then he only did what every player on the park does at some point during every 90 minutes. All I’m saying is that, sure, we can bring in technology to try and make blunders like these a thing of the past. But we need to make sure it doesn’t offer officials an excuse not to give the game their total concentration. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2033973/celtic-lewis-morgan-st-mirren-scott-allan-ryan-christie-bill-leckie/ Christie has ended up one of the most exciting players in the league, getting Scotland recognition and probably going to be about our first team next year. Fud.
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Well Bill is not happy. DON'T BECOME A LOST BHOY Celtic can’t allow Lewis Morgan to become another Scott Allan or Ryan Christie if he moves to Parkhead, says Bill LeckieThe midfielder looks set to join the Hoops in the January transfer window after impressing during St Mirren's rise to the top of the Championship Spoiler: click to toggle LEWIS MORGAN trotted to the touchline so the gaffer could have a word. It was a tactical chat, of sorts. As in, the sort that stage-managed the perfect end to the perfect performance as a rollercoaster year swelled to the perfect crescendo. Because when Jack Ross told his boy wonder to switch from left wing to right for the final couple of minutes of Friday night’s 2-0 win over Dundee United, it wasn’t to influence the game — two gorgeous goals had already done that beyond doubt — but to make sure when his number went up, he was as far away from the dugouts as possible. And able to milk every last second of a heartfelt ovation. Sure enough, the moment the subby board glowed with a red 10, up rose 5,000 home fans, roaring and stamping and whistling and singing, as a fabulous young talent jogged the full width of the pitch and off towards the next stage of a career without limits. He high-fived each passing team-mate, the ref almost playing spoilsport by telling him to get a move on before realising what was happening and accepting the man of the moment earned the right to take his time. Me? I could have stood there and applauded the boy all night long. Though to be honest, most of us get that feeling every time he plays. There genuinely is no joy quite like that of seeing a special talent come through the ranks and grab a team by the scruff the way Morgan has done with St Mirren, to see him grow in confidence and stature and maturity until he becomes a reason in himself to buy a ticket. In half a century as a fan, there have been a handful who’ve grabbed me this way — the languid, lavishly-skilled Ally McLeod at the turn of the 70s, the late and lamented Bobby McKean soon after, Billy Stark in the Fergie era, the skinny ginger miracle called Frank McAvennie, the bottle-blond dynamo called Ian Ferguson, the little bundle of energy and desire that is John McGinn. On Friday night, though, Morgan was all of these heroes rolled into one as he rose head and shoulders above anyone else on the park to propel his team five points clear at the top of the Championship going into the New Year. His goals were terrific, both whipped in right-footed as he cut in from the left across the edge of the box. But on what we had all accepted would be the last- ever appearance when we could properly call him our own, his performance was about far more than just those strikes. No, this was a night when we watched a special talent and hoped against hoped that whatever happens to him next is just the beginning — as opposed to the beginning of the end, as happens when too many of our game’s hopefuls get what’s billed as their dream move. We presume he’s going to Celtic — he may well have gone by the time you read this — to be loaned back until the end of the season in the hope of getting us up to the top flight. But after that? Who knows? Will he take Parkhead by storm? Or will he be another Jonny Hayes, a Scott Allan, a Ryan Christie, frustrated ballast whose only real impact is in weakening the teams they leave behind. You pray this won’t be the case, because what a terrible waste it would be if someone as exciting as Lewis Morgan found his progress stunted by one appearance in six or the limbo of endless loan deals. See, two magical things happen when a guy like him gets on the ball. First, all of us in the stands edge forward in our seats, anticipating something memorable; and by this, I mean both our fans and theirs, because while we get a buzz of excitement, they can’t help but fear the worst. And the reason this first thing happens? It’s because of the second thing — the way he visibly relaxes in possession, the way time seems to slow down for him, space seems to open up, backtracking defenders seem to lose co-ordination. Plenty players are quick without the ball, but if anything Morgan seems to be quicker with it, head up and chest out, moving it foot to foot, daring his man to guess if he’s going outside or inside. In a sport that can all too often these days be ugly and cynical and wasteful, watching someone with this ability has a beautiful simplicity about it, a reminder of why we fell in love with it in the first place. Does that sound over-sugary? Well, tough, because when you support a club like ours, where success is a distant hope rather than a perceived entitlement, you grab your grains of magic dust when they’re in the air. In Lewis Morgan, we see that magic dust streaming from his flying boots, whipping up like a tornado as he delivers crosses, whooshing in waves as he unleashes those shots of his, dug out of his stride with barely an inch of backlift. When you have a young fella like this in the ranks, you want the team to play every day of the week and for him never to miss a minute — and you can’t help but feel protective of him, which is why every Saints fan carries more than a hint of fear over what lies ahead. With his pace, with his upper-body strength, with his two great feet, with the goals he has in him, it seems a no-brainer to all of us who’ve watched him grow these past three years that another one or two down the road he’ll be a superstar for club and country, that his next move will be for ten or 20 times this one. But we’ve seen it too often, all of us who support selling clubs and whose talent is trawl-netted by the big guns only to get lost in the shoal. Scottish football doesn’t have enough Lewis Morgans to risk this happening to him. More to the point, surely no manager could have watched him on Friday night of all nights could LET it happen. YOU could have put the kettle on for the fallout from that ghost goal at Tynecastle last midweek being all about the need for video technology.It’s easier that way, rather than anyone in power ever admitting that match officials sometimes get big decisions badly wrong. For me, it’s a nonsense to suggest the officials needed any kind of outside help to know Hibs striker Oli Shaw’s shot was over the line against Hearts. I haven’t spoken to anyone who was at the game, no matter where they were standing or sitting, who didn’t instinctively know it was in. That’s the key word here, though — instinct. The innate under-standing of angles, of how a ball bounces, of how players react to it, that come together to tell you in a split-second what’s happened in any given incident. In that crucial moment of a squeaky-tight derby, this instinct told you that the way the ball bounced when it came down off the underside of the bar, the way the Hibs players wheeled away without even glancing at the linesman and the way Hearts stopped playing, it was a goal all day long. Unfortunately, you get the feeling that more and more of our refs and linesmen lack that instinct, be it on the bounce of a ball or what’s a foul, what’s a dive and what’s neither. So I don’t buy the argument that assistant ref Sean Carr might have had a player between him and the line or that he wasn’t quite up with play or blahdy blah, because we all had distance and obstacles to see through yet we all seemed to agree — not with the aid of replays, but with the naked eye — that it was in. I’m not slaughtering the linesman here. My guess was that he lost focus for a vital moment and if so then he only did what every player on the park does at some point during every 90 minutes. All I’m saying is that, sure, we can bring in technology to try and make blunders like these a thing of the past. But we need to make sure it doesn’t offer officials an excuse not to give the game their total concentration. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2033973/celtic-lewis-morgan-st-mirren-scott-allan-ryan-christie-bill-leckie/ Christie and Allan are currently both playing at a higher level than they were when Celtic signed them. Their careers have hardly been stunted after signing for us.
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St Mirren boss Jack Ross just said his situation will be cleared up in the next few days,and he'll definitely be back at St Mirren for the rest of the season.
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Well Bill is not happy. DON'T BECOME A LOST BHOY Celtic can’t allow Lewis Morgan to become another Scott Allan or Ryan Christie if he moves to Parkhead, says Bill LeckieThe midfielder looks set to join the Hoops in the January transfer window after impressing during St Mirren's rise to the top of the Championship Spoiler: click to toggle LEWIS MORGAN trotted to the touchline so the gaffer could have a word. It was a tactical chat, of sorts. As in, the sort that stage-managed the perfect end to the perfect performance as a rollercoaster year swelled to the perfect crescendo. Because when Jack Ross told his boy wonder to switch from left wing to right for the final couple of minutes of Friday night’s 2-0 win over Dundee United, it wasn’t to influence the game — two gorgeous goals had already done that beyond doubt — but to make sure when his number went up, he was as far away from the dugouts as possible. And able to milk every last second of a heartfelt ovation. Sure enough, the moment the subby board glowed with a red 10, up rose 5,000 home fans, roaring and stamping and whistling and singing, as a fabulous young talent jogged the full width of the pitch and off towards the next stage of a career without limits. He high-fived each passing team-mate, the ref almost playing spoilsport by telling him to get a move on before realising what was happening and accepting the man of the moment earned the right to take his time. Me? I could have stood there and applauded the boy all night long. Though to be honest, most of us get that feeling every time he plays. There genuinely is no joy quite like that of seeing a special talent come through the ranks and grab a team by the scruff the way Morgan has done with St Mirren, to see him grow in confidence and stature and maturity until he becomes a reason in himself to buy a ticket. In half a century as a fan, there have been a handful who’ve grabbed me this way — the languid, lavishly-skilled Ally McLeod at the turn of the 70s, the late and lamented Bobby McKean soon after, Billy Stark in the Fergie era, the skinny ginger miracle called Frank McAvennie, the bottle-blond dynamo called Ian Ferguson, the little bundle of energy and desire that is John McGinn. On Friday night, though, Morgan was all of these heroes rolled into one as he rose head and shoulders above anyone else on the park to propel his team five points clear at the top of the Championship going into the New Year. His goals were terrific, both whipped in right-footed as he cut in from the left across the edge of the box. But on what we had all accepted would be the last- ever appearance when we could properly call him our own, his performance was about far more than just those strikes. No, this was a night when we watched a special talent and hoped against hoped that whatever happens to him next is just the beginning — as opposed to the beginning of the end, as happens when too many of our game’s hopefuls get what’s billed as their dream move. We presume he’s going to Celtic — he may well have gone by the time you read this — to be loaned back until the end of the season in the hope of getting us up to the top flight. But after that? Who knows? Will he take Parkhead by storm? Or will he be another Jonny Hayes, a Scott Allan, a Ryan Christie, frustrated ballast whose only real impact is in weakening the teams they leave behind. You pray this won’t be the case, because what a terrible waste it would be if someone as exciting as Lewis Morgan found his progress stunted by one appearance in six or the limbo of endless loan deals. See, two magical things happen when a guy like him gets on the ball. First, all of us in the stands edge forward in our seats, anticipating something memorable; and by this, I mean both our fans and theirs, because while we get a buzz of excitement, they can’t help but fear the worst. And the reason this first thing happens? It’s because of the second thing — the way he visibly relaxes in possession, the way time seems to slow down for him, space seems to open up, backtracking defenders seem to lose co-ordination. Plenty players are quick without the ball, but if anything Morgan seems to be quicker with it, head up and chest out, moving it foot to foot, daring his man to guess if he’s going outside or inside. In a sport that can all too often these days be ugly and cynical and wasteful, watching someone with this ability has a beautiful simplicity about it, a reminder of why we fell in love with it in the first place. Does that sound over-sugary? Well, tough, because when you support a club like ours, where success is a distant hope rather than a perceived entitlement, you grab your grains of magic dust when they’re in the air. In Lewis Morgan, we see that magic dust streaming from his flying boots, whipping up like a tornado as he delivers crosses, whooshing in waves as he unleashes those shots of his, dug out of his stride with barely an inch of backlift. When you have a young fella like this in the ranks, you want the team to play every day of the week and for him never to miss a minute — and you can’t help but feel protective of him, which is why every Saints fan carries more than a hint of fear over what lies ahead. With his pace, with his upper-body strength, with his two great feet, with the goals he has in him, it seems a no-brainer to all of us who’ve watched him grow these past three years that another one or two down the road he’ll be a superstar for club and country, that his next move will be for ten or 20 times this one. But we’ve seen it too often, all of us who support selling clubs and whose talent is trawl-netted by the big guns only to get lost in the shoal. Scottish football doesn’t have enough Lewis Morgans to risk this happening to him. More to the point, surely no manager could have watched him on Friday night of all nights could LET it happen. YOU could have put the kettle on for the fallout from that ghost goal at Tynecastle last midweek being all about the need for video technology.It’s easier that way, rather than anyone in power ever admitting that match officials sometimes get big decisions badly wrong. For me, it’s a nonsense to suggest the officials needed any kind of outside help to know Hibs striker Oli Shaw’s shot was over the line against Hearts. I haven’t spoken to anyone who was at the game, no matter where they were standing or sitting, who didn’t instinctively know it was in. That’s the key word here, though — instinct. The innate under-standing of angles, of how a ball bounces, of how players react to it, that come together to tell you in a split-second what’s happened in any given incident. In that crucial moment of a squeaky-tight derby, this instinct told you that the way the ball bounced when it came down off the underside of the bar, the way the Hibs players wheeled away without even glancing at the linesman and the way Hearts stopped playing, it was a goal all day long. Unfortunately, you get the feeling that more and more of our refs and linesmen lack that instinct, be it on the bounce of a ball or what’s a foul, what’s a dive and what’s neither. So I don’t buy the argument that assistant ref Sean Carr might have had a player between him and the line or that he wasn’t quite up with play or blahdy blah, because we all had distance and obstacles to see through yet we all seemed to agree — not with the aid of replays, but with the naked eye — that it was in. I’m not slaughtering the linesman here. My guess was that he lost focus for a vital moment and if so then he only did what every player on the park does at some point during every 90 minutes. All I’m saying is that, sure, we can bring in technology to try and make blunders like these a thing of the past. But we need to make sure it doesn’t offer officials an excuse not to give the game their total concentration. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2033973/celtic-lewis-morgan-st-mirren-scott-allan-ryan-christie-bill-leckie/
Christie and Allan are currently both playing at a higher level than they were when Celtic signed them. Their careers have hardly been stunted after signing for us. I think that’s a stretch in Allan’s case to be fair.
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2 Jan 2018, 04:09 PM
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Ah but I was so much older then,I'm younger than that now
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Well Bill is not happy. DON'T BECOME A LOST BHOY Celtic can’t allow Lewis Morgan to become another Scott Allan or Ryan Christie if he moves to Parkhead, says Bill LeckieThe midfielder looks set to join the Hoops in the January transfer window after impressing during St Mirren's rise to the top of the Championship Spoiler: click to toggle LEWIS MORGAN trotted to the touchline so the gaffer could have a word. It was a tactical chat, of sorts. As in, the sort that stage-managed the perfect end to the perfect performance as a rollercoaster year swelled to the perfect crescendo. Because when Jack Ross told his boy wonder to switch from left wing to right for the final couple of minutes of Friday night’s 2-0 win over Dundee United, it wasn’t to influence the game — two gorgeous goals had already done that beyond doubt — but to make sure when his number went up, he was as far away from the dugouts as possible. And able to milk every last second of a heartfelt ovation. Sure enough, the moment the subby board glowed with a red 10, up rose 5,000 home fans, roaring and stamping and whistling and singing, as a fabulous young talent jogged the full width of the pitch and off towards the next stage of a career without limits. He high-fived each passing team-mate, the ref almost playing spoilsport by telling him to get a move on before realising what was happening and accepting the man of the moment earned the right to take his time. Me? I could have stood there and applauded the boy all night long. Though to be honest, most of us get that feeling every time he plays. There genuinely is no joy quite like that of seeing a special talent come through the ranks and grab a team by the scruff the way Morgan has done with St Mirren, to see him grow in confidence and stature and maturity until he becomes a reason in himself to buy a ticket. In half a century as a fan, there have been a handful who’ve grabbed me this way — the languid, lavishly-skilled Ally McLeod at the turn of the 70s, the late and lamented Bobby McKean soon after, Billy Stark in the Fergie era, the skinny ginger miracle called Frank McAvennie, the bottle-blond dynamo called Ian Ferguson, the little bundle of energy and desire that is John McGinn. On Friday night, though, Morgan was all of these heroes rolled into one as he rose head and shoulders above anyone else on the park to propel his team five points clear at the top of the Championship going into the New Year. His goals were terrific, both whipped in right-footed as he cut in from the left across the edge of the box. But on what we had all accepted would be the last- ever appearance when we could properly call him our own, his performance was about far more than just those strikes. No, this was a night when we watched a special talent and hoped against hoped that whatever happens to him next is just the beginning — as opposed to the beginning of the end, as happens when too many of our game’s hopefuls get what’s billed as their dream move. We presume he’s going to Celtic — he may well have gone by the time you read this — to be loaned back until the end of the season in the hope of getting us up to the top flight. But after that? Who knows? Will he take Parkhead by storm? Or will he be another Jonny Hayes, a Scott Allan, a Ryan Christie, frustrated ballast whose only real impact is in weakening the teams they leave behind. You pray this won’t be the case, because what a terrible waste it would be if someone as exciting as Lewis Morgan found his progress stunted by one appearance in six or the limbo of endless loan deals. See, two magical things happen when a guy like him gets on the ball. First, all of us in the stands edge forward in our seats, anticipating something memorable; and by this, I mean both our fans and theirs, because while we get a buzz of excitement, they can’t help but fear the worst. And the reason this first thing happens? It’s because of the second thing — the way he visibly relaxes in possession, the way time seems to slow down for him, space seems to open up, backtracking defenders seem to lose co-ordination. Plenty players are quick without the ball, but if anything Morgan seems to be quicker with it, head up and chest out, moving it foot to foot, daring his man to guess if he’s going outside or inside. In a sport that can all too often these days be ugly and cynical and wasteful, watching someone with this ability has a beautiful simplicity about it, a reminder of why we fell in love with it in the first place. Does that sound over-sugary? Well, tough, because when you support a club like ours, where success is a distant hope rather than a perceived entitlement, you grab your grains of magic dust when they’re in the air. In Lewis Morgan, we see that magic dust streaming from his flying boots, whipping up like a tornado as he delivers crosses, whooshing in waves as he unleashes those shots of his, dug out of his stride with barely an inch of backlift. When you have a young fella like this in the ranks, you want the team to play every day of the week and for him never to miss a minute — and you can’t help but feel protective of him, which is why every Saints fan carries more than a hint of fear over what lies ahead. With his pace, with his upper-body strength, with his two great feet, with the goals he has in him, it seems a no-brainer to all of us who’ve watched him grow these past three years that another one or two down the road he’ll be a superstar for club and country, that his next move will be for ten or 20 times this one. But we’ve seen it too often, all of us who support selling clubs and whose talent is trawl-netted by the big guns only to get lost in the shoal. Scottish football doesn’t have enough Lewis Morgans to risk this happening to him. More to the point, surely no manager could have watched him on Friday night of all nights could LET it happen. YOU could have put the kettle on for the fallout from that ghost goal at Tynecastle last midweek being all about the need for video technology.It’s easier that way, rather than anyone in power ever admitting that match officials sometimes get big decisions badly wrong. For me, it’s a nonsense to suggest the officials needed any kind of outside help to know Hibs striker Oli Shaw’s shot was over the line against Hearts. I haven’t spoken to anyone who was at the game, no matter where they were standing or sitting, who didn’t instinctively know it was in. That’s the key word here, though — instinct. The innate under-standing of angles, of how a ball bounces, of how players react to it, that come together to tell you in a split-second what’s happened in any given incident. In that crucial moment of a squeaky-tight derby, this instinct told you that the way the ball bounced when it came down off the underside of the bar, the way the Hibs players wheeled away without even glancing at the linesman and the way Hearts stopped playing, it was a goal all day long. Unfortunately, you get the feeling that more and more of our refs and linesmen lack that instinct, be it on the bounce of a ball or what’s a foul, what’s a dive and what’s neither. So I don’t buy the argument that assistant ref Sean Carr might have had a player between him and the line or that he wasn’t quite up with play or blahdy blah, because we all had distance and obstacles to see through yet we all seemed to agree — not with the aid of replays, but with the naked eye — that it was in. I’m not slaughtering the linesman here. My guess was that he lost focus for a vital moment and if so then he only did what every player on the park does at some point during every 90 minutes. All I’m saying is that, sure, we can bring in technology to try and make blunders like these a thing of the past. But we need to make sure it doesn’t offer officials an excuse not to give the game their total concentration. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2033973/celtic-lewis-morgan-st-mirren-scott-allan-ryan-christie-bill-leckie/
Christie and Allan are currently both playing at a higher level than they were when Celtic signed them. Their careers have hardly been stunted after signing for us.
I think that’s a stretch in Allan’s case to be fair. Probably, but his career at Dundee has been blighted by injury so far.
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2 Jan 2018, 04:15 PM
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OT but do we have the option of recalling Christie now? we need to freshen things up and this could be the time for him to come in, when other players have lost a bit of form.
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2 Jan 2018, 04:18 PM
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- Jim Tim
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OT but do we have the option of recalling Christie now? we need to freshen things up and this could be the time for him to come in, when other players have lost a bit of form. Don't think so, I believe a season long loan was part of the Hayes deal.
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2 Jan 2018, 04:23 PM
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Hardly had a kick in this Morton St Mirren game but apparently the Morton fans know where he stays.
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2 Jan 2018, 04:25 PM
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Just opened the scoring.
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