Inside wild Celtic Park party as Treble cocktail of delirium and fireworks comes served with dash of bedlam

There was an aroma of expectancy in the air as party time once again descended upon Glasgow's east end.

It wasn't built on arrogance though, rather a base of bravado as the conquering heroes once again strolled through Celtic Park's doors with Scotland's biggest prize under their arms. Even during the heady heights of Brendan Rodgers' Invincibles, there were murmurings of a house of cards waiting to collapse, but Ange Postecoglou's high-octane stars were once again a royal flush on coronation weekend.

Good, bad, indifferent, no matter how they perform, the taste of victory is usually the end result. And as the fireworks and flares rained upon the streets and immediate vicinity around Parkhead, the sound of a Treble rolling over the hill was almost as loud as the crackling of another pyrotechnic that was shot up into the mild Spring sky. 11 of these parties have been had in 12 years, but its taste remains as sweet as the other 52 titles.

Nobody - or very few at least - were predicting such joy when Postecoglou arrived in Glasgow. Some sneered at his CV, others fell over every syllable in his name like he was an arrangement of hurdles at the Olympics.

He came armed with relentless mentality, attacking football and a clutch of J League stars. Kyogo's goals served with side orders of Daizen Maeda pace and Reo Hatate technique providing an oriental spark that's now a staple.

That loveable forward is probably the man who embodies it all. 'Kyogo's the man', one fan said, while the rest of those in attendance did his now trademark run and jump into dance as songs of being top of the league blared. A language barrier exists between he and his Celtic people, but his actions have told tales as loud as the great forwards before