There was a time a couple of years back when an Ibrox dressing room erupted in cheers after they got us in the cup draw. That lasted as long as it took us to beat them in the competition.
They don’t do that anymore. In fact, getting us is their worst nightmare.
Celtic fans are the least concerned about that outcome that I’ve ever seen. Most would welcome it. Many are desperate for it. Keevins, in his idiotic article this morning where he seemed to be suggesting the old heated balls, says it’s the showpiece final everyone wants but in fact it’s not the one we want and Ibrox fans aren’t keen on it either.
Many of them would prefer to be beaten by this Celtic side in the next round so that they can spend cup final day not worrying about it. It makes slipping into the summer so much easier if you aren’t there to witness your rivals winning a treble.
In fact, our reasons are not really much to do with the football.
I think almost all of us would prefer that day be about us and only us, a celebration of Celtic, not some media-hyped audition for next season, not some chance for people who don’t know any different to indulge in tribalism and hatred.
The whole affair should be about what Ange has built.
There is confidence about the outcome. Sure there is. We’re the champions, and League Cup holders and we’re playing stunning football whilst they look a disjointed fragmented mess. So we want them because we believe we can win, but we’d take them just as easily in the final as in the semi, and so that’s really a secondary consideration.
Let’s get the hate-fest out of the way.
Let’s get the nasty bit done early, and then the final will be what it deserves to be. The best side in the country against a plucky lower league side who will give us a better game of it than most SPL teams have bothered to do.