They have replaced stagger with swagger.
, coupled with the night left me ashen-faced with worry about the season ahead.
At least, whatever happens now, Scottish football is guaranteed European football until Christmas, courtesy of - as usual - the Old Firm.
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When you lose two battles, for you the war is over.
Gordon Strachan had no chance of carrying on at Celtic . He had already lost huge swathes of the club's support.
Two falls, a submission or a knock-out will do it every time.
In truth, he was a heartbeat from chucking it all in 12 months earlier amid the frenzy of clinching his third consecutive title.
By the time Celtic had floor on a winter's night in the Danish town of Aalborg, I suspect he was already regretting his decision not to head over the horizon in a blaze of summer glory.
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So what happens next? Don't ask me. I've been so far off the mark I couldn't tell you what day Christmas is this year.
The championship lead has been tossed about like seagulls in a storm. But it's going to find a haven this Sunday one way or another.
You can't say that the football provided by the this season has been , but it has been a ripping yarn. Never mind the quality, feel the thrill.
Before a ball was kicked, I tipped to win it and to be relegated.
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