FASTEN SEATBELTS. EXTINGUISH ALL SMILES.
It was a genuinely touching moment when Brendan Rodgers went to a small girl in the crowd at the end of the Betfred League Cup final win over Motherwell on Sunday and placed his winners medal around her neck
A gentle kiss on the child's forehead from the manager. A look of open-mouthed, moist eyed disbelief from a child who will remember that moment for the rest of her life.
Now wait for the gruesome reaction as child-like innocence meets modern day cynicism.
The Celtic manager will be accused of treating the competition as an irrelevance, as evidenced by the gesture of making a fan's day.
Rodgers will also be accused of dismissing Scottish football as a whole by giving away a medal. Such is life for the emotionally overwrought.
This is the world we live in. We have forgotten what it's like to be normal and have everyday human responses.
The manager's action was the ultimate exercise in bonding with his club's fan base. If there is a Celtic family then why shouldn't a child get a present on a day of celebration?
But Scottish football doesn't look at the game through sympathetic eyes any more, and we'll go out of our way to prove that is the case between now and the weekend.
Even the victorious Celtic support can't celebrate sixty-five domestic games in a row undefeated because they want to dwell on a tackle which saw Moussa Dembele felled in the first half at Hampden.
No mention of Rodgers equalling Jock Stein's four decade long achievement of winning four domestic trophies in a row.
Never mind the prospect of Sunday's League Cup win being a possible down payment on a second, successive Treble for Celtic.
The referee didn't send off Kipre and that's a starter for ten where the next conspiracy theory is concerned.
The same referee, incidentally, also awarded Celtic a non-penalty if ever there was one and then sent off the same Kipre under circumstances which could easily have been described as controversial.
If he'd awarded Motherwell a penalty under similar circumstances we'd be immersed in tales of victimisation and global conspiracies.
You've really and truly got to laugh. Do fans never do irony?
The Celtic support who sarcastically go on about 'Honest mistakes' by referees were the recipients of the benefits of an honest mistake in their favour at the penalty incident on Sunday.
But this is just the start of a week dedicated to whataboutery.
On Wednesday night at Fir Park there will be a floodlit falling out in the league when Motherwell and Celtic meet for a game that now comes too soon after their cup final meeting.
Tension will rise. Tempers will flare. Acrimony and hostility will get the better of the occasion and if all twenty-two players are still on the park at time-up it will be a major surprise.
A disputed penalty. Allegations of diving. Lingering resentment over tackles made at the weekend. It'll all be too much and create the kind of simmering resentment that carries consequences.
Also on Wednesday night, Aberdeen will go to Ibrox looking to extend their lead over Rangers in the league table to nine points. The mind boggles over how that occasion will test everyone's ability to keep their emotions in check.
Fan protests are allegedly being planned pre-match so that the Ibrox board can be made abundantly aware of the contempt in which they are held by some Rangers supporters.
Rancour and retribution will fill the air. Not an occasion for the faint hearted.
Speaking of which, Rangers' Annual General Meeting will take place at the Clyde Auditorium on Thursday.
If Aberdeen have won at Ibrox the night before the atmosphere will be toxic. Not that it was ever going to an occasion when restraint would come to the forefront in any case.
And Rangers have to go to Pittodrie three days later into the bargain. Now is the Winter of our discontent right enough.
But, before then, Celtic and Motherwell will meet for the third time in seven days, by which time the domino effect will be in full flow and you won't be able to keep count of the grudges waiting to be settled. New game, old scores.
It's just as well Scottish football does antagonism like nobody else because we are headed into a days long exhibition of short tempers, spleen venting, protracted tantrums and general ill feeling.
But somewhere there's a wee girl still captivated by the moment when Celtic's manager gave her a fairytale ending to her big day out at Hampden.
Long may she keep hold of her innocent delight because she is very much in the minority at the moment.