I must admit I find it difficult to look back on that evening with as detached a manner as you have in your summary. Just thinking of that night gets my heart racing and that's before considering the potential repercussions for the very future of the club had we not retained our top flight status.
It was an absorbing breathless night. The club's stance over the ticket allocation set a dogged tone that everybody ran with. Don't get me wrong the fear was palpable but there was a quiet determination. And the more the likes of Keevans dismissed our chances the greater that resolve grew.
By the time we got out of Ibrox my legs were cut to ribbons with the celebrations, my face could have blended in with a Hearts top and my voice hoarse. Incomprehensible texts were going back and forward to family and friends unable to be there. The wave of relief and perhaps a degree of disbelief of what had happened.
And yet a nagging doubt lingered. Ainsworth's chance to make it four and then them subsequently getting a goal back. They get the first goal back at Fir Park and it's all different. Suddenly they have the momentum and it becomes a different test of character. The next few days would be spent reminding myself of what we had done at Ibrox when they had tried to dominate us and of our ability to hit them on the break. It was still a long wait until Sunday.
But that night. No, that'll live long in the memory. The game, the whole context. That's always going to be one I'll savour.