When the huns died in a welter of scandal, shame and disgrace, it became clear to anyone with eyes that they had been cheating Scottish football for years - to say nothing of the Exchequer - in order to proclaim a superiority that never, ever existed. It was the statue of Ozymandias in the desert, the voice behind the curtain, suited and booted and roaring about idignity. Parading ill-gotten gains to cover up an embarrassing history of racism, bigotry and a desperate need for all the institutionalised help it could get to stay one step ahead of the hated and feared immigrant club and its unwelcome and disloyal fan base.
No wonder Scotland cannot admit the truth - official Scotland cheer-led it and enabled it for 100 years. The death of Rangers was the "appalling vista" that they dared not admit, to quote the disgusting Lord Denning in a much more serious context. They reported it, as they were obliged to, and then buried it. I now have accepted that they will never admit the truth, which is why all we can do is what we're doing - win trophy after trophy until we've surpassed them and buried their supremacist delusions. Not long now.