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When Celtic score seven it seems odd to talk about pieces of defending they did that were significant, but Colby Donovan’s cameos warrant mention. <\/p>\n
Around the midpoint of the first half, Hearts stirred a little. You wouldn’t say that they had momentum, but they had a bit of a possession and their hair-on-fire panic of the early minutes seemed under control. <\/p>\n
Twice in the space of three minutes, Josh McPake – one of the form players in the country – took on Donovan and twice Donovan routed him. <\/p>\n
Those little duels might disappear from relevance after the deluge, but at the time they were important. The Hearts dangerman had been snuffed out. His morale had taken a hiding. And the stadium loved it.<\/p>\n
Hearts fell apart at the seams from there. Sabri Guendouz gave the ball away and Duran combined with the impressive Osmand to score number three. <\/p>\n
Jamie McCart then became detached from his trolley and Celtic scored from that error, too. Osmand, again, but with lovely work from Duran. And easy, oh so easy. <\/p>\n
Celtic’s pace in attack was terrific. Their alertness was outstanding. Their disbelief was there, too. How could a team with a seemingly good coach and a strong squad of players be performing like a pub team? <\/p>\n
Hearts fans started heading home at that point. They missed the goal that made it 4-1. They won’t have shed any tears. Had they gone back they’d only have suffered on. Best get out of dodge as quickly as possible.<\/p>\n
Soon, it was 5-1, Mika Baur slaloming his way past the comatose figures of McPake and Malachi Fagan-Walcott to dink a shot on goal, helped on its way by Kingsley and McCart, sitting on the floor, all flailing legs, like an octopus who had fallen out of a tree.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n