Out-run, out-fought by a clearly better organised Highland League outfit (just let that sink in), who at times looked happier passing the ball than we did... it would be unbelievable if it wasn’t already totally predictable.
Starting Salkeld in front of Nesbitt so we could hit long diagonals to him is straightforward sacking territory... when Nesbitt was on the left or, briefly, off McShug when Cadden came on, I thought we’d eventually win it; buggering that up by then sticking Sutton on was utterly fuckin depresssing to watch.
The Great Right-Back Saga continues, this time with Jacobs shunted out there for a total nightmare; guy looked like he wanted to stab somebody by the end... add in Strapp having one of his poorest games for us (that’s not having a go at him... he’s 19 and plays every week... it’ll happen) and you can see why their sensible strategy of congesting the central areas and pressing when it went wide worked perfectly.
Oh, and as every single Morton supporter knows by now, Millar and McAlister shouldn’t be starting together (see Jacobs, above).
Biggest concern, though, is that the Morton players looked so unbelievably unhappy; sick of their manager already? Worrying times.
McShug should have won it at the death, but that would have been a travesty. Brora fully deserved the replay (and could even have nicked the win).