The flames and Scottish Cup trophy rose high into the air as Ange Postecoglou, discreetly, scraped off a cannon's worth of gold party foil off his suit.
It was kind of a visual metaphor for his time at Celtic - full of silverware with a flare for the majestic, as he constantly tries to play down his premium role in it all. He doesn't crave the attention of his side's success, he enjoys it in his own way, even if it is blatantly obvious for onlookers to see that he is the unstoppable force powering this juggernaut.
That's not to say he isn't helped by the players at his disposal. In Kyogo he has arguably the best Parkhead hitman since Henrik Larsson, Callum McGregor a giant of the club and a defence built on sturdy American foundations. But he is the man who has put that together, who has taken a club from the ashes of immortality to a world-record Treble. Few thought it possible, others assumed he'd be on a plane back to the land down under 18 months ago. But here he was in the boiling June sunshine at Scotland's showpiece game, with his services red-hot as nature provided a reminder of home.
