As the whistle sounded at the end of the first half I suggested to a Hibee in the main stand that the game was like a pre-season friendly. "It's no as good as that!" he replied.
For Hibs, the game was just a training exercise, nothing at stake but pride. But we were supposed to be scrapping for our SPL existence. Instead, our approach and demeanour suggested an acceptance of the inevitable. We went through the motions but it was not until we went behind that signs of urgency appeared. Indeed, we had more attempts on goal in the added four minutes than in the previous ninety.
Even the body language in the dugout seemed to lack movement. Later Terry expressed his disappointment at the lack of commitment. Pity the four hundred and twenty three 'Well fans who shelled out up to twenty pounds a head to witness the debacle.
United scraped a jammy goal with almost the last kick of the ball to extend the gap to four points. What a dismal Saturday night. Then we discover that Leitch was caught on camera using his head against an opponent. Outrageous! I'll have to stop writing before I burst into tears.
Things can only get better - surely?