Hello! Don’t adjust your screens, that is Cowdenbeath above Celtic in the table. Granted there are 28 games still to play but for now, we’re loving life in second place. What can possibly go wrong?

Well in the immediate future, nothing. Just another day at the office sees us dismantle Hibs with Dale having another one of his good days and the keeper being sent off. He’s like an animal in a China shop that lad, I just can’t think what.

A comfortable win in Czech Republic costs us the use of Lozano for 6 weeks but it should secure our passage. So to speak.

It’s not an ideal way to prepare for a visit to Rangers but we do equalise in the first minute before being 3-1 down after 12. I mean we can’t be expected to defend against Denilson AND Henry. Nick Barmby pulls one back late on which sums up our respective levels.

We’re very shaky against Raith and despite turning around a 1-0 deficit, it’s soon 2-2 and we have no comeback. Our advantage is eroding, ERODING.

A changed 11 completes the job against Banik Ostrava.

That means we’re in the last 8 and we can look forward to a day out in Rotterdam.

Yet another episode of the post European blues sees us fall to a 2-0 defeat at Dundee Utd. Kevin Phillips doing the damage.

The misery is complete as Celtic, with 10 men, see us off. We are no longer second.

The returning Harold does at least earn us a point at Hearts. Little acorns and all that.

We finally get a win at home to Motherwell. Weah Junior hasn’t scored in ages. It’s weird.

Bjorn steps up to the plate against Partick and scores twice before missing a penalty for his hat-trick. Rod Wallace wraps it up. Just a standard day of BeathBall.

It’s a good away win at Airdrie as the recovery continues. Solano has been a fairly solid addition it has to be said.

Dobson misses his second penalty of the update and we leave it late to make him pay. It’s a good Boxing Day for everyone except Bjorn.

Two days later and it’s Rangers again and once more we come up short. Can you not have a day off, please?

There’s absolute carnage at Raith as we go 2-1 up and eventually win 3-2 when Magnus Hedman gets into an argument about if Abba are the greatest band of all time. It’s a huge win in the circumstances.

I did enjoy a little bit of a strange situation here. As you can see, Raith had made both outfield subs by the 57th minute. Grieves then goes off injured so Raith played on with 10, so when Hedman got sent off they then subbed on the sub keeper for Grieves, who had gone off injured already. It’s actually sensible, so fair play to the programmers.

Weah Junior decides he wants out. You haven’t scored in 500 words mate, I don’t know who will be lining up to sign you.

Jeffers is playing in his stead at present and he nets the second to beat Dundee Utd. Curcic is having to play in Bjorn’s injury absence.

£100k for Frank Lampard? Worth a punt.

We’re off to Celtic and somehow we grind ourselves into a 2-1 lead. It’s backs to the wall and we so nearly hold out but Owen denies us with 6 minutes to go. Blast.

We’ve also got Celtic in the 3rd round of the cup. Somehow. Honestly, we get very little luck. We’re two goals down and in need of something special so Weah Junior clambers off the bench and keeps our hands on the cup we won last season. For now.

If we can somehow win at Celtic Park we get to play Hibs. Look at old those Division 2 sides we could have played…

Let’s leave it there, on a relative high. We’re 8 points behind Celtic, which is a lot closer than we normally are. I just wish we could defend.

The squad is doing fine. Nicholls’ average rating is diabolical, he was better on loan. The problem really is in goal. Bull is ok but I’d expect my keeper to be averaging a lot more if he was any good. We’ll have to continue to improve of course.

Let’s see what spice we can cook up next week. We’re still in with a shot but we’ve made it hard for ourselves. Again.