James McFadden has broken his ankle in training, reports Chick Young. Motherwell manager Mark McGhee says the Tartan Army favourite would have played for the Steelmen today. We wish him well with his recovery.

What a difference that goal could make in the title race. With both teams having played 30 games, Celtic are now four points clear of Aberdeen, who kick off in half an hour. Had Tom Rogic not scored that peach of a winner, Aberdeen could have moved top of the Premiership with a win over Motherwell.

Hamilton Accies have announced the signing of Curaçao international midfielder Kemy Agustien until the end of the season.

The 29-year-old is on the bench against Partick Thistle today.

What a strike to, presumably, win the match for Celtic. Rogic is booked for his celebrations, while for Killie there is only pain. They deserved something from the match but time is running out for them.

Celtic's Leigh Griffiths comes so close to scoring his 36th goal of the season with a fabulous drive from distance that arrowed just over the top corner.

Hamilton: McGovern, Gordon, Devlin, Tagliapietra, Gillespie, Imrie, Kurtaj, MacKinnon, Docherty, Lyon, Brophy. Subs: Diaby, D'Acol, Redmond, Crawford, Agustien, Boyd. Martin.

Partick Thistle: Cerny, Miller, Seaborne Lindsay, Booth, Welsh, Osman, Fraser Amoo, Lawless, Pogba. Subs: Scully, Doolan, Dumbuya, Nesbitt, Wilson, Edwards, Nisbet.

Ross County: Woods, Irvine, Quinn, Foster, Fraser, Murdoch, Gardyne, Davies, McShane, Schalk, Boyce. Subs: Konopka, Goodwillie, Robertson, Franks, De Vita, McLaughlin, Dingwall.

Inverness CT: Fon Williams, Tremarco, Meekings, Draper, Devine, Tansey, Polworth, Hughes, Vigurs, Warren, Storey. Subs: Esson, R. Williams, Foran, Roberts, Wedderburn, Horner, D Williams.

Kilmarnock's Aaron Splaine makes space for himself to shoot from 20 yards but Craig Gordon moves swiftly to save to his right.

Motherwell: Ripley, Hammell, McManus, Johnson, Kennedy, Gomis, Law, Moult, Leitch, Cadden, McDonald. Subs: Samson, Ainsworth, Fletcher, Chalmers, Thomas, Watt, Campbell.

Aberdeen: Brown, Logan, Considine, Taylor, Reynolds, Shinnie, Jack, McLean, McGinn, Hayes, Church. Subs: Collin, Flood, Robson, Storie, Smith, McKenna, Wright.

Leigh Griffiths dinks a lovely cross into the box where Colin Kazim-Richards dives to meet it like a dog rising to meet a bouncing ball. Alas, unlike our canine friends, the big striker misses it and in the follow-up move Patrick Roberts curls a shot beyond the far post. Killie are beginning to retreat.

Callum McGregor makes swift progress into the Kilmarnock half, posing a threat to the hosts, but who's that charting his move like an air trafic controller? Why, c'est Julien Faubert! He does enough to put the young Scot off.

As Julien Faubert rolls around in pain, I think after taking a knock, sub Topi Obadeyi, full of adrenalin, scampers down the left and is blind to the presence of team-mate Kallum Higginbotham as he blasts a shot wide. Gary Dicker is next to try his luck, with a decent shot at Craig Gordon's goal.

Kris Boyd is warmly applauded by the home fans as he makes way for Topi Obadeyi.

And as Celtic hunt the three points, Erik Sviatchenko has another chance but hoofs his shot over the bar.

Julien Faubert, hugging the left-hand post like a toddler holding his mammy's leg on his first day at playgroup, makes a vital block with his head to prevent Erik Sviatchenko's header from crossing the line. The big Dane must have thought he'd scored for Celtic there.

Midfielder Gary Dicker cuts in from the left for Kilmarnock and had the chance to make a wee reverse pass in to the box for his team-mate; instead his crossfield pass was cut out and the chance evaporates.

Defender Mark O'Hara makes an important sliding challenge to poke the ball away from Leigh Griffiths just as the Celtic striker was about to unleash a shot. There was a time when doing so on an artificial pitch would have stripped a player of the skin on his knee. Either O'Hara is as tough as nails or plastic pitch technology has improved.

Neither team can hold on to the ball for long enough at the minute to build a decent attack. It's becoming scrappy.