Sky Sports Has Whipped The Carpet Out From Under The Gawping Haters Of Celtic.

Between St Mirren’s decision to hold a minute’s applause and Sky Sports deciding to turn down the volume tomorrow, those who were sharpening their pencils to attack Celtic on the basis of something that hadn’t even happened yet are redrawing their plans.

Let them.

Aside from the bitter hacks who will attend the game just to write about it, the majority of the world will never know what takes place or doesn’t in that crowd.

That’s where this has gotten to. That’s where this little farce has progressed.

So this morning, our enemies took their last shot. They are barracking Sky and St Mirren for the decisions they’ve taken, and in doing so they reveal what it is they really care about.

Stirring the shit and upping the ante on the hatred.

What else can you say?

Over on Sevco social media they are, of course, in a rage.

This was why so many of them were going to tune in tomorrow, to find out whether our fans “disgraced” the club.

This is the club they despise by the way, and they one they maintain is a horrible institution anyway, so why so many of them care what The Green Brigade does I don’t really know.

But they’ve been denied their prize.

They’ve been denied their day of moralising and finger pointing, and they are convulsed with their rage. It’s amusing to see them like that. Amusing to see them all over the place and beside themselves with frustration.

This has been the highlight of their year, all this, and I can understand why they are frustrated and angry that it’s almost over and life is returning to normal.

They think our club has been damaged by this, but the only people ranting and raving and foaming at the mouth over it are the goons of the far right and they have the attention span of amoeba and will be back targeting immigrants and Black Lives Matter and climate protesters again soon enough.

Sevco, for all its displays of uber-staunch, won’t even have the temporary salve of having made a few extra friends; Morgan, Farage, Whale and the like. Not friends any normal person would ever wish to have, of course, but they are a strange lot.

Tomorrow we’re going to shift the narrative here back to where it belongs.

Our football team, and the blinding, dazzling, devastating stuff that it’s playing right now.

That’s where they want the focus to be least, because it confronts them with the full horror of how this campaign has already begun to unfold. No wonder they’d rather immerse themselves in all this.