Panic and despair is back on the menu at Ibrox ahead of the visit from Celtic. Slowly the penny is dropping that the Gerrard Revolution is built on the same sand as the Warburton and Caixinha versions.
The joy of welcoming home the Europa League heroes at Glasgow Airport and chest pumping at Tynecastle are quickly becoming embarrassing footnotes as the cold reality of winter begins to bite.
— Muiry (@MuiryCeltic) December 26, 2018
There is now an inevitability about it all.
Glimpses of hope, or delusion as others might call it, send expectations sky high before the realisation sets in that the trusted men in the blue room have got it wrong, again. Even with Mr Gerrard.
With every failure the expectation grows that the next manager is going to deliver the impossible. All the while Celtic’s continued success provides an unpleasant and unwelcome contrast. Deep down they know that none of their players would get into Celtic’s first XI, generosity might give Alfredo Morelos a place on the bench.
Between 3-5pm at Ibrox yesterday summarised the last half dozen years as the home fans were given a glimpse of their dream before returning home to the horrors of the real SPFL table, not the comforting ‘As It Stands’ version.
SuperScoreboard on Radio Clyde provided little consolation even if it did act as a confessional as they queued up to share their doom laden forecasts. As a former Non Executive Director once said- what a time to be alive.