There are seasons in football when things go wrong. And then there are seasons when everything goes wrong. Celtic are deep into the latter right now, and the injury to Julián Araujo feels like just the latest twist in a story that has already taken on a life of its own.

Christ almighty. What did we do to deserve this?

Of all the players to lose for the remainder of the campaign, a guy who gets it.

A guy who was here on loan but who was nevertheless fully invested and willing to run through walls for the cause.

It couldn’t have happened to Adamu or to the Lesser Spotted Winger … it had to be this guy.

At some point, people around me stopped talking about tactics, systems or even individual performances. They started talking about luck. About fate. About whether the whole thing is, for want of a better word, cursed.

I have never experienced a campaign that feels more like that.

You hear it everywhere now. In the stands, in the pubs, on message boards.

People half-joking, half-serious, asking how one team can be on the end of so many terrible breaks and issues. Because once...