SPL Sunday November 24th

Celtic 2

Rangers 1

1:0 Valgaeren (56); 2:0 Larsson (70 pen); 2:1 Lovencrap (77)

Att: 59,609

MIB: Stuart Dougal

Celtic: Douglas; Mjallby, Balde, Valgaeren; Petrov, Lambert, Lennon, Moravcik (Maloney 55), Petta; Larsson, Hartson (McNamara 70)

Rangers: Stephan klod; Bert Fouleyman, Lorenzo Amaloser, Michael Bollocks, Maurice Loss, Ronald De Gamesabogey, Foulio Reyna, Bammy Fergiehun, Alfred E Numan, Tolley Awfully Slow, Shitty Arvaladze. Subs: Peter Lovencrap, Billy Dud, Claudio 'Kineejit

Unbelievable! A fifth straight old Firm win. And as if that wasn't enough we had the hilarious sight of Rangers self destructing as the rug first withdrew by far their best attacker, and then their new defensive saviour, who reacted in a highly professional way to his substitution by telling his manager to feck off.

Add to this the fact that we now sit 10 points clear and it's nigh on impossible not to feel a broad grin begin to form.

As you would have expected under the circumstances Rangers came at us with everything, but, as we already knew, that didn't really amount to much. Arvaladze was the only real problem. His movement and touch were pretty good, and we never really fully contained him. We left that to the rug who kept De Boer and Konterman on, but withdrew Arvaladze and Ball.

It was the Georgian that allowed Flop to expertly pick out the post mid-way through the first half, the only real scare to our goal.

The filling of Agathe's shoes was always going to be difficult, and we certainly looked a bit lop sided with only Petta on the wing. Unhappily Ricksen wasn't playing. Injured. Aye right, what was the nature of this injury? Cold sweat and palpitations at the thought of Petta leaving him tied in a sheep shank again? Can't think of too many million pound rated defenders who get dropped by their manager for the biggest games of the season because they can't handle it.

Best Celt of the first half was Douglas again. Rab continued his Valencia form, denying Ross, and De Boer.

The second half was a different story. Clearly OFM felt that we had allowed them too much of the game and it was time for the real champions to stand up. Joos duly delivered. A free kick was floated towards Balde. As much as anything it hit off him, but landed right in the path of Valgaeren. 1:0 and head in hands style behaviour from the huns defence.

Soon after, Lennon controlled the ball in midfield and played a beautifully weighted pass to Larsson. He ran into the box and invited Konterman to do something extremely stupid. Bert isn't the kind of man to turn down an invitation like that, and soon Henke had a mouth full of mud, and a penalty to take. Exorcising the ghost of Ibrox Larsson didn't even let Klos make a dive for the camera as the ball flashed past him 2:0.

They did pull one back after we went to sleep, Rab Douglas was not amused with his defence for that. He was on for four straight Old Firm shut outs until that. But a second goal never looked likely, after we closed the door.

The final whistle signalled open season on the rug. His future was the main focus for the press pack.

The league, say the papers, is over. Who are we to argue? All together now "10 points clear and it's not New Year doo da, doo da".