Two Celtic fans – clearly unable to grasp the fact that their team is top of the league, navigating in the general direction of a domestic treble and on the threshold of the last 16 of the Champions’ League – give the manager pelters.
And worse still, Neil Lennon engages them in verbal warfare while a game rages on.
But then again, maybe not so crazy after all. File Lennon’s “if they don’t want me, I will walk away” post-match interview under “Diversionary Tactics”.
Brilliant. No-one is talking about the fact that Celtic actually lost to Inverness.
Not that there is genuinely anything for the Parkhead support to really pop their corks about.
Despite the cascading of points, they remain top of the division and if they don’t win the championship then Crippen was innocent.
And if you can’t see that Neil Lennon is doing a good job, then get yourself a guide-dog.
Similarly for St Mirren, the victory over Dundee, while deserving of warm embrace, should not be filed under “Everything’s Going to be All Right.”
There should still be a Department of Concern at St Mirren Park.
Frankly, I did not expect to see the club dancing on quicksand at the wrong end of the division and was pretty confident that instead, when the summer sun was still burning, that the Buddies would go on to get into the top six gang.
But, of course, hope can still spring eternal.
In truth, we are not yet half-way through the season, and the return of Paul McGowan and his dancing feet, plus the signing of two loan players in the window – and the manager is well down the road of bringing one on board – will energise the dressing room.
I think I have the identity of one of these players, but to protect the ambitions of Danny Lennon, I refuse to reveal his name until the deal has been firmed up … but I like the cut of his jib. The player’s that is.
Anything can happen. If Elgin can try to shoehorn into their ground 25 per cent more than its capacity, then who can say what will happen now. Easter eggs in your Christmas stocking?
You will never find another soap opera like Scottish football. It is stark raving bonkers.
Had a script writer come with the unfolding plot of the last year, and tried to flog it, he would have been detained under the Mental Health Act.
So stick with this column. My seasonal promise it that it is the only place to find a Sanity Clause...