Summary
HE HAS taken on the chin more than his share of abuse down the years, but Neil Lennon is not one who will cut off his nose to spite his face. Three years of provocation on the streets of Glasgow have failed to persuade him that he should flee the city, just as flak from Celtic's supporters has not weakened his ambition there. So, when a certain little venue at the other end of the M8 turns round and gives him a bloody nose, he does not recommend that it be subjected to the wrecking ball.
Tynecastle, after all, throws up the kind of adversity on which Lennon thrives. Of the blows he has suffered since leaving Leicester City at the end of 2000, most of them quite literal, the late, match- winning, missile delivered by Hearts' Austin McCann last April must be as sore as any of them. It inflicted on Celtic a gut-wrenching 2- 1 defeat, handed Rangers an advantage in the title race and effectively consigned the defending champions to a trophyless season.See the full content of this document
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Just Like Starting Over
This afternoon, in an altogether less meaningful league fixture between the sides, Lennon returns to the Gorgie ground determined to exorcise the memory of that demoralising day. "That probably cost us the league," he says. "You say sometimes that you don't mind losing to goals like that, but you don't like losing full stop. It was a helluva game, a...
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