On a night where there should have been anything but talk of a potential banana skin, Gerrard’s Rangers didn’t half try and slip themselves up with one in the second half.
In the first, Cowdenbeath didn’t have the belief to compete. Everything went to plan and Rangers pretty much strolled it, despite the best efforts of the officials to achieve otherwise.
Three goals and we were laughing.
But in the second there were serious questions asked. And there shouldn’t have been.
A penalty, the foul for which came outside the box, was eventually scampered home. You’re expecting Rangers to bite back. To lash the comparative minnows of League Two for the backhand. But we never.
Cowdenbeath showed passion
Cowdenbeath fought us and had more belief in themselves to challenge Rangers. Hearts were in mouths when a calamitous mix-up nearly gifted the Blue Brazil a second. Thankfully it was ruled out.
But that Katic-and-Candeias comedy of errors summed us up in the second period. Too relaxed, taking too much time and underestimating our opponents. It was a poor 45 minutes.
In the XI, there were a few who looked ready to slip up and be red faced. The most questionable at times was Jon Flanagan. Which is clearly why we signed Matt Polster.
Flanagan too often turned into trouble, lacked concentration, willed far too hard. He just looked far off it. This is a former teammate of Gerrard’s and England cap we’re talking about. We need that added strength in depth on that side of the pitch, no doubt.
That said, there were many who looked too big for their boots tonight. Foderingham could’ve eternally consigned himself to Shagger’s shadow had any of his gaffs led to a goal. Perhaps that’s also why Gerrard brought in Andy Firth?
But alas, we come out this game with no injuries and with our name in the next round. Next up Kilmarnock and a banana skin we’re all too familiar with up in Ayrshire.