I am genuinely scared of Celtic, for the same reasons as the Rangers. They are better than me in every single skill. Their fourth coach is a better coach than me, their goalkeeper is a better striker than Ian Watt. Again a lot to lose and almost nothing to win, just some second grade benefits and useless money, always the money...
So it is with a trepidation that I call my men in the dressing room and tell them to defend again, to play cool and boring, to let the superstars do the fancy stuff and to devote themselves to defense, defense, defense.
Result is not important, just mental resolve and concentration.
My men know what is coming, the already saw it one week ago. They know what to do and how lucky we were. Still, like Henry V's soldiers, they cooly go back into the breach to try once more and take Orleans from the frog eaters.
Celtic shoot 50 times and only 5 on target, my defense holds up, keeps ordered and resolved. This time I cannot attack more that 2 or 3 times, the match is even more one sided than before, but the reward is greater.
At the end of the match, Celtic wins 0-1 having scored in minute 83.
Morale in my team is superb, the defense is rock solid.
Orleans is taken, the plan can unfold.
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