Timothy is not a happy camper. Them big bad Rangers spoiled his weekend - again! - and all he can do is moan about the ref and spit his venom at Gordon The Garden Gnome.
The Ginger Mourinho's coat is definitely on a shoogly nail. Liewell and Reid say bagging him is not on the agenda but don't bet against him walking sooner rather than later. Methinks a protest or two might help to make up his mind for him.
When I saw his line-up on Saturday, I couldn't believe my eyes. He couldn't have played into our hands more if Walter had picked his team for him. High balls to Thingmyjig frae Somewhereorother and Samaras were food and drink to David Weir and King Carlos. If they were still playing yet, the scoreline would still read Celtc Nil!!!
So for the fourth time on the trot Walter has masterminded the defeat of the Great Unwashed, keeping another clean sheet in the process, and it looks like they'll no longer have any need of the Brasso at Breezeblock Boulevard. With six points of a lead, plus a game in hand, Rangers can only throw this title away.
But don't dare suggest such a thing within earshot of Walter Smith. He is intent on keeping everyone's feet on the ground, especially with two visits to the Piggery on the calendar, but deep within himself I'm sure he's already got his bonus money spent.
Meanwhile, Strap-on has got to lift his team but, on the evidence of Saturday, they're not for lifting. Its a long while since I've seen a Septic team so clueless and lacking any willingness to fight. Jeez, in the past they've bit, scratched and snarled their way through the match but this weekend it looked like even they knew the game was up.
They've been found out as the imposters they are, title winners for the past couple of seasons by virtue of our inabilities and mismanagement. Just as they did in 2003 and again in 2005, when the heat is on, they crumble.
They simply had nothing to offer. The Knackeredfella was invisible, Brown9 has now been renamed Brownbooked, Aideninho ran about like a headless chicken, MickManus tried to bully JCD but failed miserably and the Holy Goalie even turned to voodoo with no success, while Strap-on bounced up and down on the touchline like Martin O'Kneel on speed. It was enough to have them yearning for the return of Dr Jo Venglos. LOL!
The ramifications from Saturday will stretch long into the summer. Without playing particularly well, Rangers were comfortable winners and, barring an unlikely winner of the Champions League this season, we'll go straight into the group stage in September. The possibility of Ra Sellick missing out on that tidy source of income will cause all sorts of trouble in their boardroom and the knives will be out in the various Republican slophouses. Watch your back, Gordon!
They might even be erecting crush barriers in the car park at this very moment.
LITTLE BOY BLUE