One of the most notable things about that Hampden performance yesterday came during one of the halves, when a song was struck up by the Ibrox fans. It was one we hadn’t heard in a while—the Famine Song, and it was very clearly directed at Martin O’Neill, in our dugout. It made me want to scream at the TV.

Virtually all of their songs yesterday were reprehensible.

Some people will point to the nationalities of Neil Lennon and Brendan Rodgers and ask why they didn’t receive the same abuse. But O’Neill is a different creature. He does something to the psychology of Ibrox and the psychology of their fans that no one else has ever managed.

You need to remember: O’Neill came before Lennon and before Rodgers. And during O’Neill’s era, Lennon the player got ten times the abuse that Lennon the manager ever did. That’s not to say the manager didn’t get plenty of it.

But it’s always been O’Neill who gets under their skin the easiest.

To them, he’s the archetypal “uppity Fenian”. The upstart Irishman who came over here and upset the whole apple cart.

Before O’Neill, the Ibrox club thought they were going to run...