I’m not calling it Champions Week, as we’ve been champions in all but name for some time, but over the course of the next few days we shall all witness that most sweetest of sights, the squad passing around the trophy while celebrating their collective arses off.
It’s been a little strange, playing the waiting game. Two weeks now our bhoys might have been officially credited with winning the Cinch Championship, but we’ve been pushed all the way.
Fine by me, helps to prolong the interest.
It’s rare the league goes down to the last two games, for better or worse.
A straightforward procession it hasn’t been, which is something of a rarity these days. Usually one team simply leaves the other in it’s wake, like last year, so we should in theory be happy at the extended tussle. The nervous and the pessimist might not be delighted at the wait, but it shall be worth it.
The Tangerines and a solitary point stand in the way of our trophy presentation, only a fool would bet against Celtic turning in a resounding performance this midweek.
Victory is a certainty in these eyes.
Saturday shall be a different kettle of fish, an early kickoff dead rubber against Motherwell will not be a certain three points, at home or not. The players will have celebrated during the week, and those departing might see game time for sentimental purposes, and let us not forget the support won’t be demanding a win but celebrating themselves.
With imminent summer holidays for the squad, a final game dropoff would be natural, understandable, and forgivable.
All this merely serves to make victory on Wednesday more probable, a win offers the squad a few extra days off unofficially.
The players and staff have earned it, and won’t refuse the opportunity.
As a site, we are in limbo. Unwilling to pen POTY articles or even a season summary until the plus sized female breaks into song, like the players we just need the finish line crossed in order to move on.
Unlike last season, reviewing the past nine months shall be a pleasure. With a good manager in place we can look ahead with some positivity, with a new transfer strategy the off season promises intrigue.
Whatever happens, try to enjoy the next six days and the season finale. It shall bring scenes that were almost unimaginable last year, it shall bring adults to tears, it shall place Ange Postecoglou among the great Celtic managers.
It shall be unmissable. It’s history in the making.
It’s why we’re all here.
It’s Brother Walfrids dream come true, and Garry’s.
As the song says, there’s going to be a show, and the Glasgow Celtic will be there.
Hand it over, and let the true party begin.
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