The problem with believing in fairy-tales is that you forever have to be wary of dragons. Living in a fantasy world where reality bends around the outside of the bubble, anything that can happen will and eventually a dragon is going to come along.
Well today the dragon arrived for the deluded of Ibrox. It arrived, and it was hungry, and by the time it was finished not a scrap of their arrogance or even their idiocy remained. To be frank, their egotistical drum-banging, which has been going on for months in the face of mounting evidence that this Celtic side had the teeth and claws and the ability to turn it all to ashes, should leave them feeling the twin emotions of despair and embarrassment.
We destroyed them today, and with it the argument that has dominated the “thinking” – if we might stretch that word to the outer limits of its usage – of the commenteriat and the deranged dwellers of their forums and their social media sites.
We had “played nobody.” We had “not been tested.”
Well guess what? That one still applies because were certainly weren’t tested today.
As for playing nobody, well I have argued for many months now that their “European form” is illusory and that their swagger is grossly misplaced; but let’s presume that those telling me I’m wrong are, in fact, right to do so … today we made them look very ordinary indeed. Whatever the merits of their team, there should no longer be the least doubt that we are streets ahead of them, and have been for some time.
We are owed more credit for the way we have played in the last month or so than we are ever going to get from the semi-literate goons in our media and elsewhere who have been trotting out this line. Our form since this campaign began has been sensational, and the football has been other-wordly in its quality. They refused to acknowledge it. They preferred to live in the fairy-tale.
Well today the upbeat story they’ve been telling themselves they were were living in ended, the dragon showed up and they are faced with two options; continue in their derangement and accept that it’s become a horror movie or swallow their pride and accept reality.
Hey, either option is going to hurt and it’s going to hurt like Hell. If I were them, I’d get engaged with the truth and the facts and start treating the situation they are now in with the appropriate level of seriousness, or continue to tell themselves that everything with will be alright, that they have a better team , a better squad, that injuries are the problem and that we are not actually that good a side. I think I know which one they will prefer.
But if they think this has a happy ending, they haven’t been paying attention.
For months they have been dealing in fantastical levels of denial. Ttoday, that sound the hear is our laughter. From La La Land to Ha Ha Land, and their pain isn’t over, not by a long way, but if they recognise the root causes of it they can start learning to live with it.
Because, to be blunt, they are going to have to and so are their media apologists. That, today, was absolutely on the cards for them. This Celtic team is the most exciting I’ve seen in my lifetime. That is not hyperbole. It is a stone cold fact.