'Well Capitulate to Caley Thistle

We can have no complaints about the defeat. Wilson’s goal was worthy of winning any game and thereafter ICT’s defensive formation posed a problem which we could not solve.

At least the sun shone....
The killer blow came in ten minutes when a high, dipping volley from over thirty yards dipped above Marshall’s glove and into the net. The keeper was only a few steps from his line but he had no chance of preventing the goal.

ICT were not seen as an attacking force again until the last few minutes (though they could have scored a couple when they managed a series of breakaways as we pushed men up the park).

Mark Brown had a surprisingly quiet game given that Motherwell were camped in his half of the park for long periods of the match. Probably Craigan’s shot from distance provided his only call to action.

Another free kick - no danger
Despite Terry Butcher’s team talk at the break we made a poor start in the second half. Composure had gone, anxiety was winning and the ball was given away very easily. As the game dragged on ICT posted five (big) defenders across the back and invited us to find a way through.

With an hour gone Wright and O’Donnel replaced Clarkson and Fagan. Kenny caused a bit of a spark and the bigh home support began to get behind the team. But the flurry was short lived.


Hammell and Burns managed to make space up the left wing on a couple of occasions but the crosses were cut out.

Indeed as the game reached the final stages Marshall had to make an excellent stop at feet when the defence was caught at the wrong end of the park.

The final whistle came as a bit of a relief. It was clear that we could have played for another ninety minutes without breaching the Inverness defence and the decent travelling support celebrated in the lower half of the South Stand.

No complaints and the best of luck to ICT in the semi. Back to the league for us – and the small matter of securing a top six finish.