How a mixed Edinburgh pub reacted to Hearts losing the SPFL title

It is fair to say that Edinburgh was a city of contrasting emotions on Saturday afternoon.

By 2.30pm there was sunshine across Leith, across the toon there was gloom on Gorgie as their worst nightmare was relived.

Hibs fans cared not a jot that their team lost at home to Motherwell, missing out on fourth place in the final SPFL Premiership table.

Big deal! The minor places don’t matter unless you are Kris Boyd trying to articulate why you don’t like another team that plays in green and white.

The last few months have been a slow ticking time-bomb for Hibees.

Saturday could have been the start of the deepest and darkest depression that any of them had ever known.

Hearts had been building up for this. They had even recently won at Easter Road where David Gray’s Kamikaze squad had two players sent off.

EDINBURGH- A CITY DIVIDED

After that all hope lay with Celtic.

The worst Celtic side of this century, unconvincing and inconsistent at the best of times.

After 85 minutes of the title decider the Double Decker bus was doing some test runs around the warehouse.

Edinburgh City Council had advance plans laid out for the victory parade.

But then, close to the death, again, Celtic saved the day. Daizen Maeda was the modern day Albert Kidd.

Hibs fans could breathe again. Many celebrated.

For every winner there is also a loser.

Since beating their big cousins on May 4 Jambos were convinced that they were going to win the title. Consign Albert Kidd and all that to history.

The media told them that they were the form team. Celtic were fragile, on the brink.

Celtic had a Glasgow Derby and trip to Motherwell to survive if they were to make the final day live.

The hoops won both but Kris Boyd and Ewan Cameron squealed about the circumstances.

Lawrence Shankland opened the scoring at Celtic Park. Celtic quickly equalised with a poorly taken penalty.

The hour mark passed, as did 70 minutes and 80.

But then the roof fell in.

Celtic struck then they struck again. Two late goals, just like Dens Park 86.

And suddenly the plans were binned. No celebrations, no title parties, no summer of maroon.

Instead they are all immensely proud of their team, an epic campaign. They can’t even kid themselves on about that as they wake up every day knowing that their team blew it on Matchday 38.

Top of the table for 250 days. But not when the season ended.