As we head into the weekend you might be forgiven for thinking there is only one story in the Scottish game, the one being broadcast at high decibels in the media. Ignore it all.
Come the day of the cup final it Celtic who will dominate the news and one question will be getting asked; can Ange Postecoglou lead us to our fifth domestic treble in six years?
Let’s put things in a little perspective.
The Ibrox club has reached the semi-finals of the Europa League winning six games in that competition.
Know how many games we won in the Europa League before exiting our group with nine points, which was one more than they got?
Do not let anybody kid you on here.
Some clubs carry incredible luck.
We have won the only domestic trophy which has been handed out.
I know because I was there to see it and many thousands of us were. I still have pictures from that day and you can watch the highlights on YouTube. I say all that because it’s sort of been swept aside in all the gushing which was going on over Van Bronckhorst and is still going on to some extent or another in the Scottish media. But it happened.
We have a six point lead in the league. We’ve played their side twice since the turn of the year. We won both of them, including on their home ground where we gave them a goal of a start. At Celtic Park we swept them away.
Sunday is our day. Sunday is all about us.
It’s about what happens if we show up for business as we have this season over and over again. The diabolical narrative that the league has been lost and not won is arrogant tripe being pushed by people who simply cannot believe the evidence of their own eyes, which is that we have emerged as the better team from a standing start.
Nothing was given to us.
Nothing has been handed to us and one of the great pleasures over the remainder of this campaign will be in watching us demonstrate that again and again.
This is Scotland and so we have to, but we shouldn’t have to … our rivals get acres of ink based on European form which is part myth and part fantasy, but we have to fight for every bit of credit and we still don’t get a quarter of that we deserve.
Such is life. But we endure it, and we’ll triumph anyway.
At some point, when they are forced to cover the victory party, they have to acknowledge our brilliance.