After a season where our main central defender went on strike in August, our manager set about working his ticket, our main striker went off message with the manager, before the manager decided it was better to shuffle him off the premises on deadline day, and then the manager walked out on us, we appear to have won the league by the same nine point margin as last season.
We have seen some disruptive seasons in our time (although not recently), but this has to be up there with the 1993-94 season, when we sailed perilously close to administration. This is what modern Celtic looks like when it is vulnerable. Not quite imperious, but still a game away from the treble.
Everything else is just background noise. We are eight-in-a-row champions, double treble winners and that could soon be treble treble winners. Next season will be nowhere near as disruptive. We will have a manager who wants to be here and players bursting a gut to do it on the park.
There is a stable and clear vision for the club, experience at delivering sustainable success that seems to be more imperious each passing year and money in the bank to take us there. If you are taken in by the change in who came second, more fool you.
It was a treat to watch Karamoko Dembele for 45 minutes yesterday. He is small, how would he cope against grown men? Quite well, as it turned out. He has fantastic ability to change direction and great pace over 5 yards, talents that allows him to get away from opponents.
If he is as good as some hope, our place in the food chain will become evident soon enough, but we will enjoy watching him when he pulls on the hoops.
I got a text on Saturday evening, “7-1 in jeopardy”. The FA Cup Final was on; this could only mean Man City were threatening to breach the British cup final record win. 62 years and counting.