The Scotsman’s headline was:
Johnston winning Ibrox hearts
Old One Eye clearly not impressed by Pally Ally’s shooting technique…
I can’t remember anything about this game, and have only deduced from other records that it finished 0-0. Hibs had beaten Rangers 2-0 in the first game at Easter Road in August, and would even beat them 2-0 at Ibrox in March, but this one stirs no memories at all. If anyone else has any, please let me know.
Hibs were in the midst of one of their ‘no goals please, we’re Hibees’ phases, which had lasted for three games since the 3-2 win over Dundee at the end of November. Prior to that they had also gone seven games with only a solitary Archibald goal in a draw with Hearts. So nobody was in much of a mood to score here.
Dave Fellinger was getting the occasional game for Hibs at this time, and Paul Kane had made the number 2 shirt his own. Or rather Alex Miller had made him wear it, and none of us were any the wiser. Rangers had just signed Nigel Spackman. Hibs were third bottom of the Premier League.
Fortunately the programme provides some entertainment. The lush full colour advertising included a seductive promotional for The Electric Beach solarium on Lothian Road. And who better to get his kit off and demonstrate its facilities than the already swarthy Joe Tortolano! Ladeeez, click on the pic and scan that tan….
Where are they now?
Festive spirit, says the programme. So, what, were all these kids tanked up or something? Perhaps it’s their parents we need to blame. Whatever, if anyone knows of the subsequent dress habits of Gavin, Brendan or Brian, please share them with us.
So there you all are, surfing away on your work PC, cursing its crappy processing speeds and yearning for your own turbocharged enhanced-graphics gaming beast at home. Consider for a moment the state of personal computing in 1989. 33MHz clock speed. Yeeeee-hah!
As awaydays to Ibrox go, this one could have been a lot worse. We came away with a draw and the supporters’ bus I went on only got stoned briefly once on the way home. On the way there it got a bit of a wash too, as several incontinent fans urinated out the door while the bus was still in motion along the M8, causing other fans to hurriedly close their windows.
As for the game, Steve Archibald made his second appearance for Hibs and though short of match fitness lasted 82 minutes before being subbed by George McCluskey. It was a fairly even match with Hibs threatening Rangers as often as the home side pressed them.
Mark Walters was Rangers’ most impressive player, a fact that failed to impress the imbeciles sitting behind me who persisted in giving racist chants every time he touched the ball. Shortly, however, a large member of Strathclyde Constabulary warned the said imbeciles that they would face an unpleasant fate if they carried on. Three cheers for all-seater stadia, I thought: no hiding place for racists.
For the record the teams were:
Hibs: Goram, Sneddon, Rae, Hunter, McIntyre, Weir, Orr, Kane, Collins, Archibald and Evans (subbed by Tortolano)
Rangers: Woods, Stevens, Gough, Butcher, Brown, Derek Ferguson, Wilkins (subbed by Souness), Durrant (subbed by Cooper), Drinkell, McCoist, Walters.