It is a little more than two months since there was angst over accusations of soiling sheets, and I remember the question, “Would you rather have lost the cup final and won on the 29th?” Progress in football is not linear. Even for the imperious (that’s us), it has regular defeats and disappointments.
We cannot cope in West Lothian, taking a solitary point from two visits, and lose concentration against Cluj and Copenhagen, but eliminate Rennes and Lazio, both flying high in top five leagues. Step back and you see the big picture, a year on from Neil Lennon parachuting in as caretaker manager, Celtic are playing their best football in three years. There is confidence in the future and hope of even better to come.
As a consequence of Tom Rogic’s late equaliser and the utterly hilarious disintegration of the ‘Let’s go’ manager at Ibrox, we can relax and enjoy the procession to that most remarkable of records: nine-in-a-row. Whatever money Dave King has left to invest in Newco, he could do worse than to put it on Celtic to win the title. His meagre winnings will be welcome when it comes to paying Sports Direct, among others.
Now it is all about St Mirren, our next biggest game of the season and a chance to go 16 points clear. Bring it on.