Clement can't name a Rangers XI that features Mr Deluded who exposed his own selfishness – Keith Jackson

And so it all comes down to this.

After almost 10 months of spilling blood, sweat, tears – and the throwing of all number of tantrums – today, at just around lunchtime, Scottish football’s most incompatible neighbours will be shoehorned back onto the same green space and told to settle their scores once and for all. It is unlikely to be an occasion for the fain-hearted or for anyone else lacking the emotional intelligence to fully grasp the scale of its significance.

And that’s why, of the two rival managers, Philippe Clement appears to have more reason to agonise over the make-up of the side he sends out into the eye of this impending storm to fight for survival. The Belgian gets it. Perhaps a little too much. There have been times in recent weeks when Clement has looked in danger of being overwhelmed by the sense of his own responsibilities.

Some guys just can’t handle Glasgow and these last six months will have come as an eye-opener for a man who made a name for himself in his homeland before landing a jackpot move to Monte Carlo, a place where the casinos draw bigger crowds than the football. In other words, nothing Clement has experienced up until this point can have fully prepared him for the insane intensity of his new home.

He claims to thrive on the madness of it all. But it takes a toll nonetheless. And Clement may not feel completely acclimatised until he’s gotten more used to the quirks of the locals. But there is no question he understands precisely what is expected of him by the blue half of the city which is probably why he’s appeared to be slightly rattled by it all over the last few weeks – having watched so many of his players struggle to get on the same page.

And that’s also why he has some serious