SPL Sunday March 10th

Rangers 1

Celtic 1

0:1 Petrov (12); 1:1 Numan (59)

Att: 49,765

MIB: Pooh Dallas

Celtic: Douglas Mjallby, Balde, Crainey; Agathe, Lambert, Lennon, Petrov, Guppy (McNamara ) Larsson, Hartson

This was party time at Tora Bora Ibrox. The Death Star resounded to the praises of Pierre and Simply the Best, as the foul mouthed minions of the Beast chanted racist obscenities at Bobo in full view of the cameras, safe in the knowledge that their Kinning Park Overlords would do nothing to remove their bigoted undermensch.

The Hacks had billed this as the last battle for the TFOD and Park Gardens had drafted in the McBrides to assist the MIB in giving the Spawn all the help they needed. The inevitable happened early on. As Celtic settled into a comfortable stride and were causing panic in the Ibrox defence, Hartson , free in the box, poked one passed Klot only to see the other McBride, brother of the Cadete goal McBride, raise his flag. Hartson was at least a yard on side, TV evidence showed it was probably nearer two. The result was no goal and drinks on the Lodge later for the match officials.

Stupid is as stupid does, however, and it wasn't long before Henke released Stan to go waltzing through the ranks of the Undead and nutmeg Klot, to put the Hoops one up.

Celtic were cruising along in control, limiting Uncle Eck's ghouls to long range shots, such was their inability to pierce the Celtic rearguard. Unfortunately, one of these managed to hit the target, as a Numan 30 yarder caught a gust of wind and was blown away from the corner flag and into the goal. Celtic's response was to remain calm and chances came again, as Hartson and Agathe managed to bring off spawny saves from Klot.

By the time the whistle came, players' hands were raised aloft in triumph.

This was satisfying and an abject lesson in football for the racist, sectarian bigots in the Govan stand. Roll on two in a row!