In these times, when most of us do not face the dramas of war and siege, football acts as a proxy. The ancient part of our brains are conditioned to be tribal, which is why our tribes, all of us still on earth, are here. Those without that instinct died out long ago.
It was all there on the desert last night. Two magnificent tribes fought an epic battle. There were no bad guys, but the best of the good guys won. It was a triumph, football may never again be blessed with a cliff-hanger like that on such a stage.
Messi is right to stay for a lap of honour in international football. Win, lose or draw, he deserves the acclaim coming his way.
On Saturday, Celtic were as dominant as I can recall them at Aberdeen. It would have counted for little were it not for Callum McGregor’s late winner. Results: first and last. Our challengers have a modicum of momentum since appointing Suits and Brogues, give them no encouragement. Even better if we leave it late to let them believe we will always pull something out of the bag. Extinguished hope is brutal.