Celtic victory energises Scottish game
A standing ovation for Celtic. They have replaced stagger with swagger.
Falkirk's dismal attempt at gagging the Lichtenstein mouse that roared, coupled with the night Sigma Olomouc punched the Northern Lights out in Aberdeen 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.

"Tell them who you are and what you are about," they said. To be honest, there are days when I struggle to remember myself. Forty years toiling at the coalface of football journalism does that to you. But I have reason to believe that I have reached the heady heights of the title of Football Correspondent of BBC Scotland which gives me a renown, in Scottish terms, of somewhere between Alex Salmond and the deep fried Mars Bar.