Tired of Celtic as Champions? That’s life.

You were riding high in April, Hearts, but shot down in May by Celtic. That line almost feels poetic. It sounds like a warning whispered long before the storm arrives.

After days of nonsense, let’s talk again about the champions. For being champions. For being the best team in this country. My Celtic Lions. Kings of the jungle again.

Hearts thought momentum would carry them home. They thought that because they had spent stretches of the 2025/2026 season winning games, talking loudly, puffing out their chests and believing their own headlines, destiny somehow belonged to them.

But Celtic do not panic when others have their little moments in the sun. Celtic wait. Celtic watch. Celtic strike when the moment is right.

That is what real champions do.

I think that is the fundamental difference between Celtic and everybody else in Scottish football right now. Others live emotionally from week to week. Celtic operate with instinct, patience and cold understanding. Like a hunter in the dark. Like a force that knows exactly when the decisive blow is coming.

Hearts were riding high in April, aye, but football titles are not won in April. They are won in the pressure of May, when legs shake, when the noise grows louder, and when mentality becomes everything. Celtic’s mentality is miles above the rest.

I watched rivals all season obsess more over Celtic than over improving themselves. That tells its own story. Instead of matching Celtic’s professionalism, standards and winning culture, too many clubs preferred grievance, bitterness and theatre. Think about what that does to a club. It does not breed winners, that’s for sure.

Too many preferred feeding narratives about bias, conspiracies and outrage because deep down, that is easier than admitting the truth. Celtic are simply better run, mentally stronger and more relentless.

That resentment towards Celtic has become almost tribal in itself. The hatred blinds people. You can hear it in the media coverage, see it in statements and feel it in the way every Celtic success is treated like some sort of national inconvenience.

But resentment does not win leagues. Professionalism does. Discipline does. Mentality does. Celtic have all three. That is why Celtic deserve these titles more than anyone else. Not because entitlement exists, because it does not, but because Celtic continually prove themselves worthy of winning.

Again and again. Under pressure. Under scrutiny. Under hostility. The club keeps responding the only way true champions can: by delivering trophies.

Even this week, whilst all of Scottish football has been convulsed with the statements out of Hearts, Celtic has been quietly working on the next challenge, the next game, tomorrow’s cup final and the chance to add another trophy to the haul.

Others talk. Others complain. Others boast before the verdict is in.

Celtic answer on the park.

That title-winning game against Hearts said everything about modern Scottish football. Hearts and others spent so much energy greeting about Celtic supporters, about celebrations, about narratives around “disrespect,” and complained about the Motherwell penalty, allowing it to infect their thinking.

Celtic simply concentrated on doing what mattered most. Winning each game.

The contrast was stark. One side was emotionally overwhelmed by the occasion. The other understood history was sitting right there, waiting to be taken. And Celtic took it.

There is also something deliciously Scottish football about that banner the Celtic support unveiled: “If being a fanny was a sport,” directed at Derek McInnes. Petty? Maybe. Funny? Absolutely. But in the wider context, it mattered because football rivalry has always been fuelled by theatre, mockery and swagger.

Celtic supporters were not just celebrating another title. They were reclaiming the narrative. They were laughing while others raged. That is the privilege success gives you.

When you win consistently, you get to mock the noise around you because ultimately the noise changes nothing. The trophy still ends up draped in green and white ribbons.

That banner symbolised confidence. It symbolised a support utterly unbothered by the outrage machine surrounding Celtic all season.

While critics screamed, Celtic supporters sang.

Maybe that is what annoys rivals most of all.

Celtic do not break. No matter how much bile gets thrown, no matter how many accusations fly, and no matter how much people try to diminish achievements, Celtic keep standing there at the end of the season as proud champions.

It creates frustration in opponents because deep down, they know Celtic’s dominance is not accidental. It comes from standards embedded deep into the soul of the club.

That sentence, “shot down in May by Celtic,” captures exactly that feeling. Hearts believed they were soaring, but Celtic were always there in the shadows, waiting for the decisive moment to pull them back to reality.

When that moment arrived, it was merciless.

As a Ginger Witch with instincts sharpened by time watching Scottish football chaos unfold, I could feel it long before the title was secured and I’m proud to have said so. Celtic had that aura again. That inevitability. Rivals were making too much noise. Too many emotional statements. Too many public complaints.

Celtic, meanwhile, kept moving forward with the calmness of a club that understands pressure is not something to fear. It helps you grow.

That is why Celtic are champions.

Not luck. Not conspiracy. Not bias. Mentality. Professionalism. Class.

Above all else, the ability to strike exactly when the season demands it most.

That is Celtic. That is how champions do it, and you know what? To Hell with all the pricks and their pish.

I was proud to be in Glasgow last week. I was proud to be amongst our amazing, friendly, passionate, wonderful fans. I was thrilled to stand there amongst them as the crucial goals went in on Wednesday and Saturday. I have been proud of the way the blogs and podcasts and our readers and listeners have all pushed back against the lines.

I love my club, and I have never loved it more than I do right now.

And you know I’m gonna sing that tune.

Cause we’re back on top. Back on top for June.

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