It’s a peculiar feeling. Celtic are just seven games away from a potential league and cup double, yet the mood since Saturday’s win over St Mirren has felt strangely heavy and negative. How can that be when the ultimate prizes are so close?

The first reason is the style of play. Let's be honest, the football hasn't been a great watch lately. Even the pragmatic Martin O’Neill would likely concede that point. We all fondly remember the free-flowing, goal-laden spectacle of the Ange Postecoglou era. But here’s the crucial question: does aesthetics really matter most right now? With the finish line in sight, the answer is probably no.

O’Neill’s approach since his return has been unapologetically pragmatic. The priority is crystal clear: secure the three points, by any means necessary. If attractive football comes with it, that’s a bonus. And it’s hard to argue with the results. His league record this season stands at 14 wins, two draws, and only two defeats from 18 games—a formidable 77.8% win rate. At this stage of a grueling campaign, points are paramount.

The second reason for the unease is psychological. For a generation of Celtic supporters, this is uncharted emotional territory. Yes, the club has dominated Scottish football, winning 13 of the last 14 titles. But when was the last time we were in a genuine, nail-biting title race this deep into the season, especially one with multiple challengers?

You might have to go back to O’Neill’s first spell to recall the unique blend of thrill and torment that comes with a race going down to the wire. This stage is exhilarating, but it’s also nerve-shredding and anxiety-inducing. The weight of expectation, the fear of a misstep—it all contributes to that heavy feeling, even as the team marches on.