Well, did the earth move for you, honey? Not really, but the table was knocked over and a gallon or two of lager was spilled as three of us leapt up simultaneously when the ball hit the Septic net. 'Get in there, ya feckin beauty!'
So the league table looks so much better than it has done for quite some time. Was it really only eight weeks ago that we were in the depths of despair after losing to the Faministas at Ibrox, falling seven points behind, with the Minted One seemingly dead set on writing off our title challenge for the sake of a few quid? Oh how things have changed and I sincerely hope those calling the shots upstairs can see the merit of digging in and bringing the SPL flag back to its rightful home.
Winning the title would give us an automatic passage to the Champions League. Hopefully, the cash generated will put an end to all talk of us needing to sell off our better players at any time in the near future. We are in pole position now, the onus is on Them to knock us off, so each and every player in the squad must step up to the plate, give the manager team selection problems, then we just have to hope Walter gets it right. For all the criticism fired in his direction - and I've had a pop or two at him myself - we have to stick together on this, back the manager and the players, and give them that extra special lift they might need when opponents are hard to break down.
Having missed the opportunity to go top at Shittodrie and again at the Piggery, for a wee while on Saturday it looked like we were about to blow it again. When Killie went in front, I wondered if it was going to be one of those days when everything went wrong and the mood of the crowd didn't look likely to help. But as he is prone to do, Boydie rattled in the equalizer and, with Kenny Miller knocking in another two before half-time, it all worked out fine, although I'm sure we would all liked to have seen the scoreline embellished in the second half.
Never mind, it was good to be back on top and, while everybody was adding the wee rider 'if only for a few hours', a few of my mates were quite confident of Motherwell doing us a wee turn. I didn't share their optimism but that just made it all the better for me when Quinn made it 1-1 with nine minutes left. Tee-hee.
Not to put too fine a point on it, Ra Sellick have forgotten how to score goals. Blanks against Caley Thistle, Dundee United and ourselves make nonsense of their claim to be the team which plays 'cavalier' football. Even Sunday's goal was a crappy affair, with McDonald sclaffing at the ball and it taking a dodgy bounce over the stranded keeper's outstretched leg. Jammy bassas!!!
They've carried a helluva lot of luck this season. If not for a few iffy decisions, they would have long since been playing catch-up and we have to make sure any further helping hands which they may be offered are exposed as the cheats they are. If they knew we are on to them and will splash their dirty dealings across this and other websites, they might just think twice about their actions. Or am I crediting them with too much common sense? We shall see.
Now we have to build on what we have. Hamilton Accies are on a bit of a roll at the moment but, if we see ourselves as title winning material, we should have no worries about going to New Douglas Park and winning with a goal or two to spare. Kicking off before Celtic gives us a great chance to consolidate our position at the top. Remember, they needed a dodgy penalty to beat St.Mirren on the opening day of the season so Gordon The Garden Gnome might be in need of some stress management before this season is too much older.
We shouldn't be in any need of an incentive to win the league but, if we did, wiping the smug look off the wee man's face is as good a spur as any.
LITTLE BOY BLUE