ANOTHER week, another admirable display of grit and a determination to not lose, stretching their unbeaten streak to six matches.
Another 1-1 draw, the third in a row. Once again, this new-look Morton showed signs of solid improvement. Once again, though, it was not quite good enough.
The visiting goal came early, from a corner, needlessly given away. After the ball rebounded to him in his own penalty area, Marc Fitzpatrick was screamed at by his goalkeeper to get rid of it. Panicking, he passed it out for a corner rather than hoik it for a throw-in. Inevitably, John Armstrong leapt high to thump his header home.
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Three weeks ago, against Queen of the South, Archie Campbell came off the bench to score a vital equaliser in the last 10 minutes. He did so again here, to ignite a desperate last few minutes as Morton went searching for the win they could not find.
"I am delighted," Campbell admitted, before pausing to think. "It's just . . . I'm itching tae play, eh? I know mysel' I can score goals and if I get my chance I'll take my chance."
The 23-year-old trailed off for a moment, when his captain walked past, out of the dressing room. "Two in two, wee man, just tell him that!" barked Dougie Imrie, strutting off into the night. Campbell grinned sheepishly. "As I say . . ." he started again. "I'm trying tae put that thought into the gaffer's mind. Hopefully I'll be called upon next weekend, but that's the manager's choice."
And players of the gargantuan girth of Garry O'Connor, whose double barrel-chested strength can hold the ball up, are surely the ideal playing partner? "Aye, they are who I like to play wi', a big target man who I can make runs aff and play me through and create chances," Campbell admitted. "Listen, I'm no' gonnae lie, I'm no' the type a' player that can play up top on my own, I know that.
"I understand that, and I understand that the formation we're playing the now, I'm no' suited to that, eh? I'd be delighted if we went tae 4-4-2, I know I could show what I could dae."
Jamie Stevenson had the chance to win it for the visitors at the death. The striker was slipped through on the break by Lewis Milne but somehow curled the ball beyond the far post. Milne held his head in his hands, the young midfielder had been magnificent; he deserved that assist.
"Ah, it was a great chance, wasn't it?" sighed Jimmy Nicholl, the Cowdenbeath manager, before singling out Milne for praise. "Och, his vision, his composure, for a such a young lad. He'll go far."