GLASGOW, SCOTLAND - MAY 10: Celtic's Daizen Maeda celebrates after scoring to make it 2-1 during a William Hill Premiership match between Celtic and Rangers at Celtic Park, on May 10, 2026, in Glasgow, Scotland. (Photo by Craig Williamson/SNS Group via Getty Images)
There are derby victories, and then there are days when Celtic utterly crush the spirit of the Ibrox club and remind the whole of Scotland exactly who the true force in this country really is. The 10th of May 2026 felt like one of those glorious Celtic days that stays with you long after the final whistle fades into the night air above Paradise.
I could feel it before kick-off, with all my Ginger Witch instincts buzzing away fiercely inside me. There was electricity in the atmosphere, that strange magical feeling only Celtic can create when the green and white blood begins to boil.
Celtic did not disappoint. We hammered them. Absolutely hammered them.
The scoreline itself only told part of the story, because the reality on that pitch was domination. Celtic were quicker, sharper, braver, hungrier and mentally far stronger. The Ibrox club simply could not live with Celtic’s movement or intensity.
Every time Celtic surged forward, panic followed. Every time Celtic pressed them high, mistakes appeared. Celtic looked like champions, while the Ibrox club looked like a side desperately trying to survive the storm.
And what a storm it was.
The football Celtic produced at times was absolutely brilliant. Fast passing, aggressive pressing, fearless attacking football. The kind of football that makes Celtic Park shake beneath your feet.
The supporters responded to every tackle, every sprint and every attack with thunderous noise because they could see a Celtic side playing with real fire in the belly again. The fans were absolutely incredible yesterday.
Then came Daizen Maeda’s goal.
My God. World class.
That was not just a good goal or an important goal. That was elite-level brilliance from a player who continues to prove his worth over and over again. The speed of thought, the movement, the execution, the finish. It was devastating.
It was the kind of goal that kills opponents mentally because there was simply nothing they could do about it. One flash of genius, one moment of magic, and Maeda ripped away any hope they had left like a blade through silk.
I honestly think some people outside Celtic still fail to understand how important Maeda is to this team. The man never stops running. He never stops fighting. He never stops hunting defenders. Maeda terrifies teams because his energy is relentless.
But now he is adding moments of genuine world-class quality to his game, and that should frighten Motherwell and Hearts. That goal against the Ibrox club belonged on the biggest stage. It was magnificent.
For me, though, this victory represented something even bigger.
It felt symbolic.
It felt like Celtic reminding everyone that despite all the noise, all the criticism and all the nonsense from rivals and media alike, this club remains the dominant force in Scottish football. Celtic looked powerful again. Confident again. United again.
There was swagger about them. Belief. That dangerous aura champions carry when they sense blood in the water.
That is why I believe this result could become hugely significant in the race for five league titles in a row. Two games left. Two wins to make us champions. It is exciting and I am on my way to Glasgow for the finale. I cannot wait.
Momentum in football is everything. Confidence grows quickly inside winning dressing rooms, especially after derby victories like this one. Celtic now have the psychological advantage again because when you dominate your biggest rivals in this manner, it sends shockwaves through the entire league.
Our two remaining opponents in the league watched that performance and realised exactly what they are dealing with. A hungry Celtic. And a hungry Celtic is a terrifying thing.
What excites me most is that I still do not think this team has fully reached its peak yet. There is more to come. More intensity and sharpness. More chemistry. Will we see it at Motherwell? Will we see it against Hearts? If we do, God help them.
Some players are growing before our eyes, while others are pushing hard for what might be their final moments in the Celtic shirt. You can sense togetherness within this squad, and that matters enormously when chasing titles. I said it when Cvancara posted that excellent message at the end of last week. You can tell we’ve got that unity inside the dressing room.
Now everything turns towards Motherwell on Wednesday and then next Saturday against Heart of Midlothian. Honestly? My instincts are telling me Celtic will win.
The title, that is. Not just the individual games.
Not comfortably, perhaps, because Motherwell and Hearts always fight and scrap and make life difficult. But Celtic now look like a side running on pure momentum and belief. Winning breeds winning. The mentality grows stronger. The squad begins believing in its own power again. What a time to rediscover the form.
Five-in-a-row suddenly feels like it might be destiny unfolding piece by piece. That is the biggest thing this derby victory has done. It has reignited belief among the support. You could feel it all across Celtic cyberspace.
The noise, the passion, the emotion. Supporters recognised something important happening right in front of them. This was not merely about beating the Ibrox club.
This felt like Celtic rediscovering their roar again. And when Celtic roar, Scottish football trembles.
The Ibrox club arrived hoping to compete. Instead, they were overwhelmed by a Celtic side that looked faster, stronger and far more alive. That is what champions do.
If Celtic continue producing football like that for the next two games, if Maeda continues terrorising defenders, and if the squad keeps growing stronger together, then five-in-a-row will be delivered. I believe.
This is no longer a dream. We’re on the edge of it.
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Another top performance from Scales yesterday . Time for all the doubters to start acting like real Celtic fans and support the lad. You too James
Fully agree. Critics might note his ball forward led to one of the goals.
Good article – But But But There’s a helluva LONG 180 minutes in store this week…
Two Hundred if Celtic are narrowly winning !