GLASGOW, SCOTLAND - MAY 16: Hearts' Stephen Kingsley looks dejected during a William Hill Premiership match between Celtic and Heart of Midlothian at Celtic Park, on May 16, 2026, in Glasgow, Scotland. (Photo by Craig Foy/SNS Group via Getty Images)
If you read the title, then you know who you are. You’re either one of us, a Celtic fan enjoying the moment, or you’re one of them.
If you’re one of us, I hope you’re feeling good.
It’s been a hell of a 24 hours. I hope you’re all in a champions frame of mind, even if you’re slightly hungover. I’m not even slightly hungover. I’m majorly in the bag as I’m putting this to paper, or whatever you want to call it.
It’s a little before 1:00 AM as I’m writing this, and the squealing, howling and complaining from all sorts of people is intense and embarrassing. They sound like pitiful little bitches.
I’m not even going to cover Hearts and their statement. I’m not going to cover that until later, until I’ve had a coffee, had some sleep and feel a little bit more plugged into the Matrix. I know pretty much what I want to say, but before I get to it, I’m going to cover … well everyone else who’s not one of us. In brief, before I am more specific later.
I know that for some of you that this is hard. I know. Waking up this morning and looking online is a bitch. I know this might be the most difficult day some of you have had in a long, long time, and I want you to know, on a human level, I understand you.
I’ve had those days. We’ve all had those days. Whether it’s caused by a breakup, whatever else, and yes, even a football result which brings to an end not just one year of hope, but 40 years of waiting to avenge a past wrong, the pain is real.
The psychological weight of it is real. Getting over it will be difficult for some. Impossible for others.
I know it’s hard. I know this is going to be a difficult day. It’s going to be a difficult week. It’s going to be a difficult end to the month and a difficult rest of the year. Even when the new season starts and everyone’s back to zero, there’s going to be a feeling that this chance is never going to come around again.
You know what? If you’re a Hearts fan, you’re probably right.
Because it probably won’t.
A lot of people are going to be sympathetic towards you. A lot of people are going to cry tears on your behalf. A lot of people are going to say you were hard done by, that you were cheated, that you were robbed, that the fairy tale has been taken not just from you but from all of Scottish football.
They’ll say it’s a great injustice. They’ll say it was stolen. They’ll say you deserved better.
I’m just not one of those people.
I don’t believe any of that.
You got what you deserved. Your club got what it deserved. Your manager got what he deserved. Your players got what they deserved. If you pinned your hopes on a title win yesterday, you got what you deserved too.
It was a pipe dream. It was a fairy tale. You were mad to believe it.
To everyone else out there, the non-Hearts fans, the so-called neutrals who spent the whole year wishing for this when they were not actually wishing for an Ibrox title instead – so much for ending the Glasgow dominance. None of them gave a shit about Glasgow dominance until it was just us versus Hearts. Then suddenly it was a big deal again.
To all the rest of you. To the journalists. To the commentators. To the pundits. To the podcasters. To everybody else.
There’s a Glasgow expression which is known by the initials GIRFUY.
Don’t waste your time looking for sympathy. Asking for sympathy. Expecting sympathy.
Don’t try to push your narrative onto people who simply do not care what it is you say.
For the first time in many years, I don’t care what your version of events is when it comes to the title celebrations, either at Celtic Park or outside of it.
For the first time in years, I do not care what your verdict is about what happened on the pitch.
For the first time in years, I do not care how angry, bitter, spiteful, vindictive, petty, hateful or whatever else you choose to be.
We won.
Get over it. Don’t get over it. Wail about it. Moan about it. Cry about it for the next decade. You won’t change it.
Don’t cling to fantasies that FIFA is going to step in and have the game replayed. The game’s over. The season’s over. It’s all in the past. If you’re not thinking about the future, that’s because only losers dwell on the past.
Winners think about the next challenge. The next trophy. The next title.
Understand what I’m saying here.
Lie. Obfuscate. Deny. Deflect. Invent whatever you think will sell newspapers or get clicks. Create as much of a shitstorm of BS as you can possibly handle and hope the world takes notice. Tell everyone Scottish football is corrupt.
No one in Scottish football is going to thank you for that in the long haul.
No one in Scottish football is going to shake your hand and say that needed to be said, because if there is corruption in Scottish football, it’s certainly not the kind Celtic fans will be unhappy to see the back of.
Today, your opinions are irrelevant.
Your anger and your frustration and your foot-stamping are not even inconsequential. All your talk about this and that, about consequences and everything else, has no teeth and you know it.
It has as much bite as Hugh Keevins without his false ones in.
Make all the noise you want. It’s a joke.
While you’re fulminating, we’ll be celebrating.
It’s not just that your tears, your anger, your hatred or whatever malevolence you can throw in our direction will barely impact on us. It’s that we’ll bottle it. We’ll savour it. We’ll drink it down. We will enjoy it.
Your pain over the last few months has been partly what fuelled this tilt to the title. Seven games won in a row. Five of them against the top five teams in the league. Avenging all sorts of wrongs from earlier on in the campaign.
I mean this when I say it. We couldn’t have done it without you.
Cry. Cry. Cry.
We’ll just drink it up, and it will power us into the cup final and a double.
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Okay, now for the Scottish Cup and another trophy to add to our haul. Eat your heart out Sevco, your wee club can only dream of the success we have achieved in our history and the success that we constantly strive to improve on. We don’t rest on our laurels, at least the fans and the players don’t, despite the boardroom barnacle’s efforts to thwart us. Celtic, the Club of fairytales, continues to deliver and no other club in Scotland is ever going to come close to competing with the Uppity Fenians from the East End of Glasgow.
Suck it up, the lot of you!
A certain mainstream publishing outlet in Glasgow is going out of it’s way to tarnish Celtic. Some of the claims regarding our stadium and our fans have been uttered in moments of high emotion and it proves that our success is causing some folks lose their minds. They wear their pain on their sleeve and it is funny to listen to some of the rants. I especially like seeing McCoist and Boyd having a bad day.
100% agree with everything James.
Best title win for many a year.
But can we get back to winning it before the split next season please????????????
As I’d predicted after the Motherwell game, the so-called neutrals and Hearts well-wishers solely concerned with ‘the good of Scottish football’ are now howling away in their dark, hellish world of pain while we are lapping it up in a champagne supernova in the sky. Again.
As for Hearts themselves, any sympathy? None whatsoever. I loathe them more than I do the huns anyway – my first year at a high school full of Hearts fans happened to be 85/86 so I know in more detail than most precisely what they think of us, and any opportunity to stick it right up them should taken with relish. It will now all be about us “stealing it”, when in logical reality if they’d picked up three more points from one of the 5 other defeats or 8 draws they had during the season, it would have been all over before yesterdays game and they’d have been applauded on to the pitch by our players and given the trophy at Celtic Park. Fair enough, the gaff would have been half-empty but it would have happened. Instead we had the exquisite experience of watching them fall apart in the last 10 minutes…. so very 1986. I think the psychological scars inflicted on them this time will be even deeper than 40 years ago. Some are suggesting that this season is just the start of a renaissance with Bloom’s analytics…. The club may sign good players and appoint a better manager than Laughing Boy, but the inferiority and persecution complexes they suffer from will be hard to break free from. They are hardwired, and in any case next season they are unlikely to have the same ‘advantages’ they had this season – no involvement in European competition and bombing out of both cups early leaving them with very few midweek games, and it was midweek games where they dropped a disproportionate number of points.
I’m going to enjoy today, almost as much as I enjoyed yesterday.
I woke up this morning and after reading the Celtic blog, I googled Celtic to read stories of the glory of yesterday. I struggled to find them, the vast majority were negative pieces. I suppose it’s predictable but it is embarrassing how bad the traditional media is. On to the cup final.
McInnes deserves a special mention. The entire season he’s been implying that refereeing decisions always go Celtics way, that somehow we’re cheating (also thanks to the sfa for not tackling this). What he’s actually done is set his side up for failure, so thanks Derek. Maybe you can console yourself with a bit of karaoke.
Champions again olé, olé!
James, in this piece of writing, you have captured, to the letter, exactly how I feel. Every ounce of dripped tears, every moan & groan will be savoured and will not only sustain my happiness and joy but it will enhance it exponentially. It is glorious and it should be thoroughly enjoyed. HAIL HAIL
Cry, cry, cry, cry ya hun……I think prefer the other version of that ditty. 🙂
I’ve got the most (very enjoyable) hangover from hell but just woke up to the realisation than ma bloody motor car is sitting in bloody Glasgow…
I’ll need to get a bus down to get it later…
I’ll probably end up being sick in a fuckin bag no doubt – Yuck !
But I’ll have good company in the same boat – Void Boyd, Failed Father McCoist, Pardon the pun but ‘Spew’ Keevins, every Sevco fan, and most beautiful of all…
The Scummy Scottish Football Media !!!!
50 years a Celtic fan and I’ve always won or lost as graciously as I could, however difficult that might be. Even in Covid season, never tried to give out the excuses. Earlier this season I praised Hearts. I knew we were way off our game.
Then came the pre-split Ibrox Hype. Then the ‘neutral’ talk after the subsequent Ibrox collapse. Then the Motherwell penalty tantrums and the utter vitriol that followed for the next two days. Yes, I knew how yesterday and today would feel once the Bhoys had wrapped it up. James, the headline says everything I feel today. No grace; No sympathy; No empathy. Cry. Cry. Cry. HAIL HAIL. CHAMPIONS AGAIN.
Excellent! Very well said, James. I keep hearing folk saying ‘och, you must have a wee bit sympathy for Hearts’ etc. NOPE! Not a bit. Not in the slightest. Yesterday should have taught them a very valuable lesson in life. Not to believe in fairytales.
A Celtic team ravaged by our board. Managers put on revolving doors. At times playing the shitiest football i’ve ever witnessed Celtic playing. A squad ravaged by injuries to several key players. Fan wars against an incompetent board. European games to play when Hearts didn’t have any. A squad stretched to the max. And a hundred other things. Yet it was Celtic who came out the victors, against all the odds.
That’s no fairytale. That really happened. Their arrogance was their downfall.
I just watched an excerpt from a video of the after match scenes quite clearly showing Shankland attacking a Celtic fan, the guy looked as if he was taunting him and he deserved a good skelp, but FFS, let’s not exaggerate and lie about it after the event.
Oh !! Do get to fuck will you.
Play for the draw, pay the price. Thats all that happened. This is on Mcinnes.
So we invaded the pitch @ 3-1 with seconds to go and the ref by his admisson blew up. Like i give a fuck ? No !!
No more of this BS of humbly accepting we are lucky, we are rich, and on and on. Time to get real , tell the world we win because we graft we are the best . To fuck with the rest, grind them all to dust and while at get rid of some of the posters on here who are hunsters.
Lovin every minute of our victory and their hurt. “What The Hell Do We Care”.
It’s glorious to see sunbed bigot McInnes and his hun bitches crying with bitterness…couldn’t happen to a nicer club
Hearts have had the benefits of Bloom’s Jamestown Analytics for the last year and the change has been dramatic. Just like Brighton and USG. If they get a decent manager they will continue to improve.
We have a lot more money in the bank but if we don’t modernise management, recruitment and coaching smarter clubs will close the gap.
Blooms analytics were the second most beneficial thing too boost their challenge for the title – Wilfried Nancy is way out in front.