I’ve done my best to avoid the ridiculous summer hype from across the city, which appears as regularly as rain during the Fair. Ex-Celt Kenny Miller and poor old Barry Ferguson are wheeled out for their hot takes on how Celtic are in trouble this time, with all the accuracy of a stopped clock.
Their Olympic sized egos took a humbling last night; maybe Mick isn’t quite the Svengali they’d hoped. I know we keep winning (and in style) but we should always learn from the complacency of others.
For me, the biggest win of the summer is the new deals for Kyogo, Maeda and McGregor. I am excited about the five new arrivals, but so far, they mean nothing. All we know is that we paid the asking price on each occasion to get them in early, as they were each high on the target list. None are here because they were on frees and we had squad gaps to fill.
There are still worries ahead of this season. Domestically, we will face a direct opponent that is recruiting height and muscle to match our skill and style, a modern take on the Jimmy Johnstone – John Greig battles that so defined the Celtic and Rangers era.
Europe is far more concerning. You can definitively say we are not ready to compete for the heights achieved under Gordon Strachan in the Champions League. Ponder that for a moment. We will certainly compete for third spot in the group; don’t bet on a positive outcome, though. Our own Greek tragedy could be a couple of months away.