Well just another season when we are top dogs. A performance yesterday that sickened those in the Rangers loving press corp, who tried their best to suggest we had slumped that the mighty, glorious Gers we’re back and ready, aye ready if you don’t mind. Collective hand jobs in the press box. That a new Revolution is coming. Where have I heard that before? Oh, that’s it. After every fucking latest Messiah is wheeled out. Below is a collection of their hopes and dreams and ultimate abject failure. Now onto another Treble before we embark upon three in a row next season. All the press loving you in the world cannot replace who the team is and although it bursts their red white and blue balloons, it gives us such joy to see their fucking misery year after after year. Well done Celtic, we don’t need the press creating a false reality, we are the fucking reality.