As the spite drips out of Ibrox in the build up to the final, Celtic go about their business quietly and professionally. As always

Something permeates the walls of Ibrox. Something rotten to the core. It has often been said that hatred can dwell in the walls of a building. If that’s true, then it must dwell in the walls of Ibrox and when it seeps out, it infects all those who pass through it’s doors...