Ange Postecoglu's emotion last night shows just how much this club means to him

I’ve been a Celtic supporter a long time now. I’ve watched many managers stand on the touchline for our amazing club.

I seen some of them suffer the burden of not being successful while managing Celtic and I’ve seen the effect it had on them both mentally and physically.

Hell, I’ve even seen managers who’ve been successful and still couldn’t take the pressure.

Glasgow is a pressure cooker. The environment in which managers have to manage Celtic or the Ibrox club can make or break a man and it has indeed broken many men.

There’s the constant media pressure, completely one sided and scrutinising your every move. If you’re a sensitive soul, it’s not the place to be. But if you’re tougher, you shut out all the white noise and you get the job done.

Scotland’s journalists are men on a mission every season. They’re like those bullies in the schoolyard, trying to find a weakness in you, when they do, they just home in on it and never let up.

Ronny Delia had an acute experience of that and they found his weakness very quickly, his cryptonite, so to speak.

When Ange Postecoglu first came to Glasgow, it didn’t take the media very long to already portray him as a broken man.

Absolutely not good enough, they said, a man whose appointment would incite riots outside Celtic park. He may as well have packed his bags and gone home to Australia.

He was going to fail and the men at Ibrox were going to punish his failure in spectacular fashion.

They decided to judge a book by it’s cover.

That was the rock they perished on.

From the first press conference, Ange set the boundaries. Anybody who thought he was going to be a soft touch, learned very quickly that he was the furthest thing from soft.

When a journalist posed a question that he