Tonight the crowd at Celtic Park will once more hear the anthem of the UEFA Champions League.
For the avoidance of doubt, this is probably the only stadium in Glasgow that is likely to hear such iconic music within its environs for a very long time.
Barcelona plays the beautiful game well, beautifully.
I was blessed as a nine-year-old to see Celtic similarly entrance Planet Football with such agile guile around the opposition penalty box.
Scotland produced eleven lads who lifted the European Cup, although very few of them were considered fit to wear the dark blue of Scotland on a regular basis.
That’s always puzzled me…
The Catalans tonight are overwhelming favourites and rightly so.
Although Lionel Messi is regarded as the jewel in the crown of that wonderful ensemble, there is a player I wish was still playing for Barca tonight.
Xavier “Xavi” Hernández Creus was for me the epitome of Joga Bonito.
As a deep-lying playmaker, his type of prescient passing is what makes me love this game.
An intelligent man on and off the field his observations about the two clubs who will play tonight at Celtic Park is worth repeating here:
“Celtic, like Barcelona, are more than a football club. Our clubs are a symbol of a culture and community that has not always been made welcome in their respective countries.”
It is difficult to think of a stenographer writing such words.
They could do so only in a valedictory piece that was destined for the spike.
Here I am in charge of my words.
I am not under orders or likely to be at that Level.
I’m good about that.
Moreover, I am not “horribly conflicted” about what I write.
I was recently informed by an excellent source that the folk on the 6th floor at Hampden have finally realised that their assessment of the new regime at Sevco has not been Fit & Proper.
If this is true, then they cannot say that they were not warned about their error in 2015.
As the home crowd watches the team in Hoops against arguably the greatest club side in the world tonight, The People will have their faces pressed up against the window.
They follow the Espanyol of Glasgow, a minor club forever shivering in the shadow of their globally recognised neighbour.
Within this analogy, all of the Catalan press would be spinning furiously that the club who plays at Estadi Cornellà-El Prat was the equal of Barca.
Of course, such a proposition is risible.
There is a five-year plan in place in Celtic now.
The provenance of that strategy emerged in the months after the Pyrrhic celebrations at Hampden on April 17th this year.
In the space of an afternoon, Heated Driveway Productions off the table and Mr Desmond realised that he would have to become hands on.
So the Sevco High Command have successfully managed to enrage TWO billionaires during their reign of error.
Brendan Rodgers is in full control of all football matters at Celtic.
The same could not be said of his likeable but sadly overwhelmed predecessor.
Celtic are on a financial footing that is beyond anything that Sevco can achieve.
However, the stenographers are under orders to state that “the gap isn’t very big”.
For the avoidance of doubt, it’s isn’t very big, it’s actually rather massive.
Sevco remains of interest to this journalist because they represent a massive failure of sporting governance.
However, the Sevco sitcom is also a manifestation of the complete capitulation of sports journalism in Scotland to the influence of PR lobbying.
It is the latter that really engages my attention and my energy.
Meanwhile, the stenographers would rather look the other way to what is happening at Celtic Park as it doesn’t fit with their preferred ‘Old Firm’ narrative.
Under Rodgers, the biggest club in Scotland is on a journey.
Not the fake expedition that Charles of Normandy conned The People into taking.
In fairness, he did have a helping hand from Mr Salary on that one.
On the field of play, Sevco are an irrelevance to the club hosting Barcelona tonight.
Celtic stand alone, but their fans know that they will never journey unaccompanied and that gives them hope in their hearts.
That is an eternal essential of the human condition.
However, hope can only temporarily reside across the city because of media manufactured delusions.
What will happen tonight at Celtic Park is real.
The atmosphere at Parkhead on a European night is now globally recognised as being a unique sporting experience.
Only The People believe that there is the possibility of a comparable reality at Edmiston Drive.
In fairness, the stenographers have played a blinder in obediently bolstering the denial among Sevco’s clientele.
The truth is that Rangers died and that Celtic have no rivals in Glasgow.
However, The People do not like that reality, and the stenographers are under orders to tell them that it isn’t so.
There is a skill set at play, but it doesn’t equate to journalism.
Now, dear reader, my club is playing Barcelona in the Champions League tonight.
Enjoy the spectacle.