YOU and I – and the family cat – know Celtic have already won their 55th crown.
We all realise there is more likelihood of the sun being blotted out by flying pigs than the Premiership title being wrapped in anything but green and white ribbons when presentation day arrives on Saturday May 17.
Only the most irritating of pedants are trying to make a case that Brendan Rodgers’ men still have work to do before they can be absolutely certain they have clinched the club’s thirteenth flag in 14 years.
Hans Christian Andersen once regaled the world with spellbinding fairy tales in another century. Even the prolific Dane of make believe literature would have been pushed to conjure up a scenario where Celtic could fail to lift the silverware.
Okay, okay. To appease the most stubborn among us – or brainwashed bluenoses – the champions still require a point to make certain. This is taking dotting ‘i’s and crossing ‘t’s to the ultimate zenith.
CHAMPIONS…wait for it, folks.
That point may well arrive tomorrow afternoon when Celtic visit Tayside.
Then it will be time to pop the corks and pour veritable cascades of champagne in celebration. Or, naturally, the tipple of your choice.
If, of course, you haven’t already done so.
I fervently hope Celtic have made travel arrangements for one very important person.
It’s time to clear the stage and allow The Fat Lady to sing.
Have a thoroughly enjoyable weekend, folks.
ALEX GORDON
