We seem to stumble from one fiasco to another. A month after our title hopes appeared to be dead and buried, the team has managed to claw itself back into contention but, instead of seizing the moment and having a real good go at winning the thing, the man at the head of the house insists somebody must be sold. As I write this, the squad remains intact but, like so many Bears, I'll be a very nervous as the clock ticks towards five o'clock. Meanwhile, for all his team's shortcomings, Gordon The Garden Gnome must be wetting himself.
A mate of mine has an interesting theory regarding our sudden need to sell. Aware that we were all keen to see Walter strengthen the squad this month and that any failure to do so would be badly received by the fans, the devious bassas decided to fly a kite about offloading a player or two so that we would gladly settle for the status quo. Very clever, Sir David, but it has made for a very uncomfortable January for your loyal customers. Thanks for nothing.
For all the super-duper exclusives from the make-it-up brigade, clubs aren't exactly stampeding towards Ibrox to snap up our players - although I hear Bolton's interest in Pedro has just been snubbed - so we might just escape unscathed, although I seem to remember having a similar feeling a year ago, only for Alan Hutton to be chased to White Hart Lane at gunpoint just before the window slammed shut. So it will be a very edgy end to what should have been an upbeat weekend.
With all the hype about our past games with Dundee United being classics, you just knew Saturday's match was going to be a stinker. The visitors were largely responsible for this, with their dead-slow-and-stop timewasting tactics but thankfully things worked out fine for us and it was good to see John Fleck get his first goal in the top team. I've no doubt there are plenty more what that one came from, although I'm sure Murray and Bain have already got him earmarked for a big money move sometime in the not too distant future.
And having been robbed of a goal earlier by a flag-happy linesman, I was delighted to see Kyle Lafferty kill off the game in injury time. Like Coisty, I was raging when that clown Brines decided to play four minutes of stoppage time. The added time was due mainly to United's fannying about but, instead of being punished, they were rewarded with a few minutes more to try and save the game. Yet it didn't stop Levein having a go at the ref for our penalty. Soft? It looked like a stonewaller to me.
With Terry Butcher having taken over at Caley Thistle, I had a sneaky wee feeling that they might make life hard for Celtic. Hey, I reckon they were a bit unlucky not to win it, although I was crapping myself as the Timmies piled on the pressure towards the end. So there was much whoopeedooing around LBB Towers when the final whistle blew and it looks like the real title race is back on again. The next few hours will tell the story about how serious we are about mounting a challenge.
So between worrying about our title challenge, the transfer window and a knock at the door, I've had better Mondays.
LITTLE BOY BLUE