Well wasn’t that wonderful tonight?
When Zander Clark went up in the last moment of the game, and headed that ball past Allan McGregor, every Ibrox supporter gave a sharp intake of breath.
They had already assumed the Scottish Cup, the Double, the end to the campaign where they would have one more day to rub our faces in it before it was all consigned to history.
But it was never to be.
I said last week that they would not win the Scottish Cup; I just never expected that deliverance from the nightmarish possibility would come with a goalkeeper going up the pitch and scoring from a corner kick.
In the grand scheme of things their fans will tell you that it doesn’t matter, but one of the conversations my guys and I had yesterday was about how horrible it would have felt had our Invincible season been stopped by Aberdeen at Hampden or in the final league match or at some other stage just when the end was in sight.
They couldn’t have completed an Invincible, but we all agreed how nice it would be to snatch hope away from them of coming close and securing a second trophy.
We also talked about pressure and how it changes the equation during a league campaign.
We didn’t put them under any.
We seemed determined to shoot ourselves in the foot at every turn.
We made it easy for them.
But when this team of theirs faces pressure it tends not to handle it well.
Gerrard’s record at Ibrox is one trophy from a possible nine; he has the second biggest budget in the country and has spent more in his tenure than every other manager combined except for those at Celtic Park, and aside from this league which, in fairness, they cantered his record is awful.
Gerrard remains the luckiest man in Scottish football. For the moment.
St Johnstone have this lot’s number.
They held them in midweek and performed excellently throughout. Tonight they barely looked troubled. They dealt with Ibrox’s attacks quite comfortably and looked dangerous on the counter.
For all that, I didn’t see anyone in their team who posed an obvious goal threat. Amazing that it should be the big goalie who did the business.
Obviously, I am going to do a fuller piece on this tomorrow, but for tonight I want to bask in a little moment of sunshine cast through the gloom of an awful season.
We play this shower next weekend; we owe it to all of Scottish football to win and end this claptrap about their being an Invincible. The claim is preposterous when you consider St Mirren and St Johnstone.
Gerrard and his team are one dimensional.
It has taken someone like Callum Davidson to burst the bubble and figure that out; that should be a source of deep shame for the rest of our league, and for the two Celtic bosses who have flailed against them in particular.
Fear and loathing reared their heads at Ibrox again tonight. The double dream ended the moment the big keeper got that header on target, because from there on in I felt strongly that he was destined to write the headlines himself.
And oh what headlines they deserve to be.
On a final note, for months the press has been gearing up to crown Gerrard as manager of the year; some of the hacks will anyway. But if St Johnstone go on to win the cup double then giving the award to anyone but Callum Davidson is not just absurd or biased it is criminal.
To regular readers from the other side of the city, please permit me this one moment to let the veneer of professionalism slip to one side as I write the next words.
HAHAHAHAHA! GIRFUY!