12 game winning SPL run comes to a shuddering halt all thanks to the Howler Goalie. What the hell was he dayin? That’s more blunders than is acceptable in one season from Artur Borat and this latest one was as bad as I’ve ever seen. The ball was lucky to make it to him and surely Hibs are having a laugh by suggesting that it was something they practice. Last season, fantastic, one of the best keeper’s in the world, culminating in being named goalie of the European Championship. But so far this season he’s been a total disaster.

How the chuff did we manage to lose to those Danish no-necks? Bad enough that we couldn’t beat them at Parkhead but for them to actually beat us. Nightmare!

Another week, another opportunity for Celtic and Rangers fans to score points off each other. I’m a dyed in the wool, who likes nothing better than to get it right up our South Side brothers, but I’m really fed up with the constant tit-for-tat that seems to be getting steadily worse.

A visit to Parkhead from the reigning European Champions isn’t anything new. We’ve had Milan and Barca in very recent years. But the visit of Man U when there’s something to play for is always a bit special. The atmosphere on Wednesday night was as good as I’ve ever experienced.

That was more like the Gulf War. The gulf in class was as wide as Scott McDonald’s booster seat.

The first game in a new Champion’s League campaign. We entered into this with more optimism than any opener before. Usually the first game is a stinker; Shaktar Donetsk away, Old Trafford and the like but this time the team we were playing were a bunch of Danish no necks, sitting 9th in a league comparable to our own, who’d just been pumped by a team I’d never heard of at the weekend. In fact they had conceded more goals in their league than any other team. Celtic had just twatted the Well with as good an attacking display as they’ve put together in years, so this was a foregone conclusion. The starting line up was there or there abouts as well, so bring it on.

Before you read this I’ll take the step of warning you about what’s coming. I’m assuming you’re a Celtic fan and like most Celtic fans I know, you’re not too fussed about the national team. If I’m doing you a disservice, apologies. If I’m right, then this will probably get right on your San Moritz.

Well that was a chuffing disaster. I must admit, fancied our chances when I saw the starting line ups. Rangers had absolutely no width to their midfield whereas Celtic were width’d oot wur nut. Strange then that as the match progressed Rangers were the one’s finding all the room on the flanks and our wide men didn’t hit the byline once.

The prodigal son returned just in time to provide a much needed spark. Celtic huffed and puffed yet again and were fortunate to break down a hard working Falkirk side with nonsense refereeing yet again. Falkirk looked the side more likely up until Vennegoor had to be withdrawn.

Game number 2 of the new season and we’ve yet to get out of second gear. Another flat performance with no real drive from anyone in a Celtic jersey. Hartley again had a good game - popping up with his first SPL goal. Mark Wilson did well too, although he really tired towards the end.