As an advert for Scottish football, this wasn't a good one. The first half was pretty dismal and it's hard to think of much of note. Both sides were pretty poor, with a number of Saints players making silly mistakes. Fortunately, they weren't punished. There were major problems on the left side, where David Barron was playing, but Motherwell failed to take advantage.
The second half was a big improvement and hopefully not too many viewers had turned their Sky boxes to something else! It sparked to life when Graeme Smith had to look sharp to turn away a Jack Ross thunderbolt before Steven Thomson duffed an effort wide following a corner. At the other end, Paul Quinn had a tame shot saved by Chris Smith.
Mehmet should have put Saints in front soon after when some great work by Dorman saw him pick out the striker, but he took a touch when he should have hit it first time and he prodded it wide. Sub Craig Dargo, on for the ineffectual Dennis Wyness, also put a header wide but he was offside anyway.
It was a 'Well let off and they returned the favour at the other end when John Potter made a mistake that let in David Clarkson, but he decided to pass instead of shoot and the chance was gone.
The visitors introduced former Saint John Sutton and just minutes after arrival were unlucky not to go in front when Stephen Hughes fired a volley just over the bar. It was looking likely that one goal would be enough for the win - and it came at the other end. Some excellent play from Dargo allowed him to play in Mehmet and the Goal Machine placed it brilliantly past Smith before celebrating in his traditional style.
Motherwell had a few chances after that to force extra time, but they thankfully came to nothing. It would have been harsh on Saints as we were probably the better team in the second half with much more pressure.
A word about the ref - Craig Thomson is supposedly a Saints fan but you'd hardly have known. He gave us nothing, booked three of our players when Motherwell players got away with worse and was generally inconsistent. A terrible performance.
But that doesn't matter - we're through. Bring on the Celtic!