I'd like to make it clear before I start my match report that I don't intend to patronise Peterhead here, as something I say probably will come across as patronising, and now I've said that bit, I already sound patronising.

Apologies but I'm half cut, needed to be for that bus journey home.

Anyway, a basic summary of the game is that for all that over the piece Morton were the better team, Peterhead still deserved to win as Morton didn't come out of first gear from the opening goal to the equaliser. There's the patronising part out the way.

Right from the start it just looked like a completely dull game that would fizzle out, and it appeared that way after just five minutes. Looked like two teams that were so cold they couldn't be arsed with a game of football. Both knocked it about a bit in midfield but never offered any real threat of a goalscoring chance. Then after the umpteenth time one of our full backs (on this occasion, McGregor) floated a high ball up to the centre forwards more in hope than expectation, Weatherson won the header and knocked it down to Wake who neatly touched it past his man into Masterton's path, and he had a fairly simple finish past the keeper from ten yards. Then it was back to dull crap with the half fizzling out. I gave up with five minutes to go to half time and stood with my hands under the hand drier to keep hypothermia at bay, very much doubt I missed anything.
Second half, same old shite, but you could already sense the nerves creeping through the Morton fans, knowing that most teams would be fine when looking perfectly comfortable with a one goal lead against a lower league team, but knowing that if any team lacks some bottle when it's badly needed it's Morton, ever since 03/04. The first decent effort of the half was a Masterton freekick that was heading low into the bottom corner of the net but the Peterhead goalkeeper saved well and parried well away from the goal. The keeper had a good game, didn't rise to the harsh stick he was getting until he turned round with a massive grin at the final whistle.
That freekick was the only real chance until the pivotal moment of the game. Didn't see it myself as I was busy contemplating heading back to the hand drier to keep my hands warm again so I'd turned away for a second after Peterhead had a throw in, heard the Peterhead fans roar and turned back to see the ref showing Weatherson a red card. I'm not going to comment as I was told he chucked the ball off the Peterhead player's face, but I didn't see it myself so don't know if it was intentional or accidental in throwing the ball to him for the throw, so I can't possibly say if the ref made the right decision or not. Anyway, we'd already put Russell on for Wake by this point, so you couldn't help but pity Russell having to play on his own at centre forward. Also nothing Davie Irons could do so you can't criticise him on that, he can't legislate for a centre forward getting sent off out of nothing.
From that, Peterhead took heart and the general consensus was if they got one, they'd get two, so it was vital to keep it tight. Everything was going down Peterhead's left as they were getting a lot of room to swing it in up against McGregor, but we dealt with it at first. Sure enough though, once the goal came, it was down that side. Absolutely criminal from our centre backs though. Ball comes over and there's Ross in five yards of space (discounting our goalkeeper of course) inside the six yard box and it was a simple header for him. I'm sorry as Greacen and Shimmin have both had great seasons so far, but it's utterly unforgivable for centre backs to allow a man so much room so close to goal when a cross comes in. I don't know who was meant to be picking Ross up, but he should be ashamed of himself whoever it was.
From then, we all knew what was going to happen. It was a foregone conclusion that we would be seeing a Peterhead win, even though we did have our chances and had been the better team for the majority of the game. Bavidge received a pass out on the left and cut inside McGregor before having a great shot, but it just flew wide beyond the far post. Maybe we can ride our luck and get a replay at Cappielow we thought? Perhaps we hoped for even better than that for a second as McGuffie nodded it down for Jenkins in the box. A sitter, and nine times out of ten he'd have stuck it bang in the corner of the net and gave the keeper no chance whatsoever, but he sliced it and it went a good few yards wide.
Peterhead looked more and more likely as the game went on, but we still had our chances, despite Finlayson failing to beat the first man a single time with his set peices athough he was dangerous from open play. Anyway, Finlayson passes it inside to Jenkins, who's closed down and forced to go backwards. Plays it back to McGregor on the half way line, who puts a good ball in for the first time all afternoon, and Greacen nods it down to McGuffie who smashes it towards the net but the goalkeeper brings off a great save to get it clear, and the ball falls to a Peterhead defender who smashes it up the park to Gunn in the centre circle. Off he dribbles. Smith tries to take him down 30 yards from goal and fails miserably, he skips away, only McGregor ahead of him now and he's in the box. Cuthbert charges to narrow the angle and who appears, bursting in on Gunn's left but the man who nearly scored ten minutes before, Martin Bavidge. With Cuthbert anticipating Gunn trying to stick it away, he knocks it into Bavidge's path towards the post and Cuthbert had no time to get back and cover it. 2-1. Game, set, match.
No final match with St. Mirren at Love Street, and I just have a horrible feeling that the fourth round draw will bring out St. Mirren v Peterhead. I might cry if it does.
Anyway, for all that I hate your ground and I'll never be able to stomach a trip to Balmoor again, good luck to Peterhead in the cup. Just don't get promoted, I'd like to avoid games with Peterhead completely for quite some time. We had the joy of winning the Third Division, but since then the games with you have largely brought misery.
I'm away to melt the ice on my toes now.