It really is mad what a single match can do to your head. We went into this knowing five wins would do it, simple and clean. Now we're looking at other results and hoping for favours. That alone tells you how quickly things can flip — and why this latest collapse stings so much.


The first 45 was the heart of the problem. It wasn't just a bad result; it was the manner of it. Leggy, lethargic, no fight. Everyone knew how big these games were, yet for a whole half we looked like we were asleep. That sort of showing can sap confidence across the squad and the terraces. You don't shrug that off in a week.


There are tactical questions too. Plenty of us were calling for two strikers and, frankly, you could see things weren't clicking from around the tenth minute. Why it wasn't adjusted sooner is baffling. Little tweaks can change momentum. Little hesitations can cost you the title. To be fair, you can sympathise with the odd misjudgement in the heat of the moment, but when the whole team looks off it points to something deeper than a single wrong call.


Now the run-in looks trickier. With four games left and the pressure falling squarely on our shoulders, every match feels like a final. Tynecastle is never easy; it's a place packed with atmosphere and expectation. Do this group have the minerals to go there and get the job done? I want to believe they do, but right now the doubt is creeping in. We're conceding too freely and that can't continue if we're to steady the ship.

Still, despite the despair, we follow. That's what being a supporter is — sticking with the team when it hurts and hoping the character shows up when it matters most. I hope I'm proved wrong. I hope the lads find a response and put this behind them. But the truth is this weekend has made everything a lot less straightforward.

Written by Boy blue 4: 28 June 2026