Happy Monday.

It’s always a fine day here when I can see over to Oileán Thoraí, so I won’t stay long here as I should already be on the bóithrín.

Like any well-run household, there are rules here.

The bean chéile has gently pointed out that my booming voice isn’t welcome as I shout and roar during a Celtic match.

Noted a grá.

Noted…

Hence, I greeted THAT overhead kick yesterday entirely through the medium of mime.

My initial reaction was very similar to Arnie Engels!

There is something to be said for having ridiculous rivals.

The featured image is hubris Exhibit A.

When reality lands, they have quite a distance to fall.

Bless him…

Today, the chat among the Ibrox classes is all about the American owners who just HAVE to spend big in the summer.

This is where the disconnect is the most pronounced.

It’s true that the Stateside guys decided in January, quite rightly, to gamble on guaranteed Champions League money via a title win.

It was the smart move.

Now that’s gone.

Consequently, the budget that was “stretched” during the last transfer window will have to be cut.

Remember, dear reader, with those guys safely concealed in the Delaware Triangle, it’s all about the Dollars.

Always the Dollars.

It has been suggested that the atmosphere at Ibrox on Wednesday will be “toxic”.

No change there then…

Yesterday, O’Neill’s men came out swinging.

His team landed a knockout blow to the snarling nativists in the controlled paddock below Police Control in Paradise.

In the second half, Sevco didn’t lay a glove on us.

Celtic now has two games to win in order to retain their title.

It won’t be easy, and we respect our opponents.

For a club created by immigrants in a hostile environment, hubris isn’t a good fit.

Celtic were formed in the face of discrimination and oppression.

In fact, if Andrew Cavenagh looks carefully, he might recognise his own people on the green side of the city.

Ok, I’m away for a dander.

I’m blessed to have my own corner of Cloich Cheann Fhaola.

It’s a day for being happy.