UFOI refuse to get too down-hearted about the result of the old firm game. It's only a game after all.

The "need to know" headlines are as follows: We played the better football, enjoyed the bulk of possession, but created precious few chances. Rangers created few chances, converted one, then defended their slender lead very well. That's it. I have no complaints about referees or dodgy decisions. Celtic lost this match without any help from anyone.

Questions do need to be asked, though.

How did a team with visibly superior gifts succumb to a team whose back four included Weir & Dailly who have a combined age of 127? Why did Celtic's talismanic winger not start the game? Why does Gordon Strachan insist that his team should be proud of themselves when they have just lost to one of the worst Rangers teams in decades and effectively vacated the championship driving seat, handed over the keys and provided detailed instructions on what Rangers need to do to win the title? "Off you go lads. Just three more wins and you've done it".

It all started with yet another mystifying team slection suggestive of a manager hellbent on being a smart-arse. "I know", said Gordon while munching his Coco Pops this morning, "I'll spring a surprise and drop our most dangerous and most feared played in favour of a guy who hasn't kicked a ball since February. That'll work. They won't be expecting that". You were half right, Gordon. Unless McGeady had just admitted to sleeping with his wife, Strachan had no possible reason not to have started McGeady. Even if he had owned up to cuddling Mrs S illegaly, I still think he should have played (especially if he bought her dinner first and hadn't sustained an injury in flagrante delicato). In any event, the lack of punch in the last third screamed out for McGeady's pace, trickery and, dare I say, penetration.

I'm a big Maloney fan, but it's not as though he was showing a rich vein of form or is capable of something that McGeady isn't. His inclusion was just another example of the willful, self-indulgent tinkering which Strachan has deployed before with disastrous results. He no doubt enjoys seeing the results of his idiosyncratic selections while playing Premiership Manager 3 on his Playstation, but it's not appropriate for title decider - and it was a title decider.

If he thought Maloney could contribute, why not play him as a second striker just behind McDonald, stretch the Rangers back four using the width of Nakamura and McGeady and stiffen the midfield with Hartley and Crosas? What was the point of playing big Jan against Bougherra and Weir when it's clear he can't jump over his own shoes and has the mobility of a dry-docked oil tanker. A better game plan would have been to play the on the deck and buzz around the Rangers defence instead of trying to compete for high balls. This would have allowed all our creative players to play to their strengths with the option of bringing on the big guys later in the game if we needed to revert to the long ball. We played that way in the CIS final and got it right on that occasion. It's clear that Strachan often can't see what he's done wrong but, much more worryingly, he can't see what he's done right either.

Anyway, I'm already fed up writing about this. It's all over for this season. TFOD won't slip up again and, unless the board invest in the summer, I can see many more like me reviewing their season ticket plans. Membership of a well known parkland golf course on Glasgow's south side holds at least as much appeal for this correspondent - and possibly a better return for my £665.

Gordon Strachan, meanwhile, will no doubt call on his unerring ability to see things nobody else can and blame today's result on the pesky UFO that landed in the six yard box on 36 minutes and left Boruc partially unsighted for the goal - anything but admit that he picked the wrong team on the day.