Well, the crime count - nine of them booked! - and the Polish Bigot's reaction to the result at the final whistle, not to mention the sight of the self-proclaimed GFITW jamming the passageways of the Broomloan Stand long before the end, underlined how hard it was for them to swallow so, what the hell, why shouldn't we shout about it?
To psyche myself up for the game, I spent breakfast time watching the recording of the game in May. We'd had to hang on desperately to win at the Piggery two months earlier but when they came to Ibrox there was nothing desperate about Rangers' play. We outclassed them but, of course, we were told it didn't really matter. Is that right? So what was their excuse for Saturday?
The first thing to strike me about this weekend's match was that it was almost identical to our win over them in May. They were second best from the first minute to the last and can regard themselves as fortunate to escape on the wrong end of a reasonably respectable scoreline. One more goal - and I'm told Lee McCulloch's late strike was ONSIDE - would have taken us above them on goal difference but we shouldn't lose any sleep over that. Walter clearly has the measure of Gordon The Garden Gnome and, if we can just cut out the tendency to drop silly points, this weekend should be the launching pad from which the Gers set off on the road to regain our title.
There wasn't a failure in a blue jersey but a special few words are due to three of our heroes. Alan Hutton is by a mile the most improved player in the country and once more he showed great ability and athleticism to create havoc on the right side. His cross for the first goal, falling perfectly between the dodgy keeper and his retreating defenders, made it easy for Nacho. What a game the wee man had. He buzzed around their cumbersome defenders' feet and was well worthy of the standing ovation he got when being subbed near the end.
But head and shoulders above every other man on the pitch was Captain Fantastic himself, who even took time out from pissing all over Broonaldinho (9 out of 10 from Marc Guidi?), Doughnuti and the Knackeredfella to get his name on the scoresheet. He gave a midfield masterclass and the next time the Tartan Army numpties are looking for a scapegoat for a defeat maybe they should ask more questions about the men Baz has to play alongside. Our midfield worked as a solid unit at the weekend, unlike the Scotland's did in Tbilisi in midweek, so maybe Big Eck would do better to find the right partners for Barry, instead of pandering to the Press Gang and their favourites.
What can we say about Ra Sellick's over-hyped losers? Well, Rock Steady making Bears take down their Dodgy Keeper banner doesn't mean Boruc isn't one. Falling into the net with Nacho's header, flapping at fresh air for Barry's goal, then throwing himself as far away as possible from Novo's penalty summed up his contribution to the afternoon. And his refusal to shake hands at the end shouldn't worry anyone too much. He hasn't got the grip anyway!!!
And I took great delight in the home dressing-room being a Scott-free zone on Saturday. McDonald was pathetic, showing himself up for the scumbag he is be getting himself booked after only three minutes. Call that one a lucky escape, Walter. Broon was no better. The one that got away? Hardly. Chasing around like a headless chicken, the game always seemed to be beyond him and, as he got more frustrated, I was surprised he lasted the full ninety minutes. Come to think of it, with nine of them being booked, I reckoned it was just a matter of time before one of them copped a second. That they didn't is due in no small way to Mike McCurry's patience and to the professional respect of the Rangers players who did not seek to exploit the situation.
Typically, Walter has gone out of his way to play down the significance of this victory. As he says, all we've done is draw level. But with three straight wins over them - and three clean sheets! - there can be no doubt about who holds the whip hand now. And ponder this fellow-FFers, having won 1-0 in the first Old Firm game after Walter's return, done them 2-0 in his second, then romped to a 3-0 victory in game number three, what are the odds on us having a 4-0 skoosh when we go to the Piggery on January 2?
No, it robably isn't the likeliest outcome but just the thought is enough to keep the smug smile on this Bear's face for a wee while longer.
KILLIE BILLY (sooking lemons for fun)