The Ibrox Love-In Is In Fully Tilt. But Celtic Could Be Laughing Come Monday.

I refuse to get panicked by last night.

Either what happened at Celtic Park or what happened in Germany. The Germany result is almost as big a shock as we got at home. No wonder the media over there has branded their team a disgrace.

Before anyone freaks over it, they need to remember that we casually swatted the Ibrox club aside when they rolled up to Celtic Park just a few weeks ago. That’s why I can say quite safely that they are not as good a side as the press imagines today, and we are not as bad a one. This season will not be decided on foreign shores.

It will be decided right here at home, in Scotland.

Here in Scotland, we play Dundee at the weekend.

Before we kick off, they play Dundee Utd. For once they are away and we are at home.

The euphoria over there might last only as long as those 90 minutes against a team which has already beaten them in the league. If they drop anything and we move further ahead, the mood will change dramatically.

Tonight is the Ibrox love-in, but we have been through them before.

It usually comes before the fall. The manager gets the praise and the glory heaped upon him, but that usually comes before the roof falls in. Which is why I haven’t taken any notice of it.

The press can write whatever they want.

Their fans can fantasise their Europa League Final appearance and dream as they like … all that matters, as they well know, is who sits at the top of the table when this campaign ends.

Right now, that’s us. Right now that is Celtic.

We need to just keep on putting the points on the board, starting with the win on Sunday. The next midweek is simply a distraction because then it’s Hibs away from home and that one interests me more.

Celtic must keep the pressure on, where it belongs. Sunday is a far bigger game for us than this midweek or the one to come.

Win the league and nobody will even care.

Win the treble, and we’ll barely even remember how we feel right now.