What do you think of this dream for Dec 27th?

Since it's become obvious that Celtic fans can't think for themselves and have taken to copycatting anything 'Gers supporters come up with, I've decided to do the same and thought up this "dream" for Dec 27....

To start with, Boruc IS playing (dream start) and the 'Gers are off to a great start when he is caught napping in the first minute when wee Novo trickles the ball past him while he's 'blessing' the Rangers' fans behind his goal. As Ibrox erupts and Scottish and Union flags abound, Gordon Strachan is in an epileptic fit as first the police and then First Aid personnel try to revive him. Fortunately for the wee man, he comes around just in time to see Gary Caldwell give a repeat of his goal for Aalborg to put Rangers up 2-0. Strachan resumes the epileptic position. The Celtic end is strangely quiet but are a bit more enthusiastic when the hot pies arrive. This euphoria doesn't last long though, as Rangers eleventh man, Kris Boyd comes on (he has missed the first 20 minutes of the game looking for his shorts) and immediately fires a 38 yard screamer at Boruc who lets it slip through his hands. Strachan, who just returned from the dressing room...returns to the dressing room arguing with himself and aided by two men in white coats. Mercifully for the Tim faithful, the first half ends and Rangers lead 3-0. Thankfully for the home team, Boruc remains in goal and is immediately called upon to react to another Kris Boyd shot, this time from 80 yards, and manages to scramble it for a corner. Beasley swings the ball across and Kenny Miller is on hand to outjump Caldwell, McManus, Wilson and Nakamura to nod it past the flatfooted Pole. 4-0 and Ibrox is a total sea of red, white and blue with Ally McCoist leading the enclosure in a chorus of 'Where are Celtic playing today". In the Hoops dugout, Neil Lennon is holding his head and bubbling like a baby and all the substitutes are hiding behind their seats. Then, a chance for Celtic, as McGeady goes on a mazy run down the wing only to trip over the 18 yard line and bury his nose in the turf. Amazingly, referee Hugh Dallas (it is a dream remember) awards a penalty. The Celtic players argue who is going to take it and eventually Shaun Maloney is dragged to the penalty spot protesting. He hits his shot with venom but McGregor strolls over and picks it up at his left hand post. He throws it out to Papac who relays it on to Barry Ferguson, then on to Miller who puts it through first Hartleys legs then Scott Brown's, 'nutmegs' Hartley again before laying it off for McCulloch who crosses for Boyd to head home his second and Rangers fifth goal of the game. The remaining 30 minutes are all played in front of the packed Celtic end (Ibrox stewards have locked them in) as shot after shot rains in on Boruc. The post, the crossbar, the post again.....and again, then the crossbar again, all combine to keep the 'Gers at bay. By this time all the Tim defenders are stretched along their goaline as Artur Boruc sits at the back of the net counting his fingers and muttering to himself. With a minute to go referee Dallas spots a handball (nobody else does) and it's a penalty to Rangers. Boyd steps up and pushes the ball to a praying Boruc's left, but amazingly, it hits the post, rebounds to Novo who smacks it against the other post. The ball rebounds to Davie Weir and he walks it into the net. The Celtic players crowd the referee....not protesting the goal but appealing for him not to play any injury time (now there's a switch eh?). He looks at his watch and decides enough is enough and blows time. All the players shake hands including Artur Boruc who is carried off on the shoulders of Nach Novo and Barry Ferguson wearing a Rangers jersey and singing "Follow! Follow!" (in Polish of course!).

A dream for one half of the Old Firm and a total nightmare for the other!