Sandman’s Definitive Ratings – Celtic v Dundee Hibernians of Arabia

YING – 6/10 – Jings, Yings got a great attitude. Relentless desire to get involved and into them; fusses around opponents like a snappy Jindo dug terrorising gerbils. If he could just add more sharpness to the necessary decisive moments that he plays his way into, then we’d be appraising him as more than just the Korean Mikey J.

DUNDAN IDAHO – 7.5/10 – Well, ‘that was a flaming ripper’, as they say in the convents after Mother Superior’s been waxing lyrical during her sermon. All game, from early, the lumbering lhad had looked more like a sprightly spartan – his feet were moving in synch with his footballing brain for once and we had presence with a bit of guile. All he lacked was a finish, a goal as reward for the work. Well, as those aforementioned nuns sing in the 70s gospel hymn ‘Friggin’ In The Riggin’ – by Christ, you should have seen it…A screaming peach of a half-volley that tore the netting out the – appropriately – riggin’. Those numbers are racking up. But like his predecessor, Kyogo, we’re looking for them in the mega-matches too, so we’ll know he’s really arrived as Celtic’s #1 predator.

NOTEBOOK – 7/10 – He’s back and he’s bad… In that 80’s “Who’s Bad?” way – which really means wickedly good, kids… Jota on the wing gets hotter by the moment – ladies – and in a flurry of excitement around the half hour mark he fired into life, whipping in a physics-defying cross for an Idah near-thing, then lifted stadium backsides into the winter chill with a scintillating strike that nostalgically warmed the hearts of all aficionados of George’s tremendous solo work.

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