So much for Philip Clement's doomsday narrative that turns into Doomsday.
Rangers have been stripped of their goalkeeper, with a right-back and two of their best midfielders in Brendan Rodgers' squad.
From a few minutes into the third hour on Thursday, the Celtic manager looked nervous. He expressed his frustration in a way we rarely see from him on days like these.
Normally, it's normal sailing. Here, the water was more turbulent, the blue waves crashing.
His main men roared. The players who dominated this match were harassed, angry and robbed of the ball.
For a while, none of this was much cause for concern for Celtic – they'd seen that before – until Rangers scored, and then scored again.
You rubbed your eyes at the spots of physical mismatch. Rangers' hunger, work rate, creativity and ambition.
Most of these players in blue have been guilty in different ways and to varying degrees of dropping points in seven different league games so far this season, but this was a different story.
The combined XI of the day would have included 11 men from Rangers and none from Celtic.
With no fans allowed out, Rangers also had a monopoly on brutal folly when Arne Engels was hit by a coin, the missile hitting him just centimeters from his eye.
Your team is up 3-0 in a game you haven't won in a long time, your arch rivals have finally been beaten, your players have delivered a thunderous performance – and your gut is to flip a coin.
Whoever is responsible – find them, accuse them, judge them and ban them.