Like most Scottish folk, I try to forget the night England hammered Germany, but I do recall John Motson uttering the words "It's getting better and better and better." as the goals rained in. That phrase came to mind last night as I sat in a pub in Dumfries with a Saints supporting mate from work and tried to take in what I was seeing. It was, quite simply, unbelievable.
Not since 1990 had we beaten Celtic. Not since the year before had we beaten them in Paisley. Not since the early 80s had they been beaten so heavily, and not since 1959 had we gubbed them so convincingly. We hardly ever score more than two goals and this was the first time we've hit four in the SPL - against Celtic of all teams.
The papers today have been all about how bad Celtic and the newly sacked Tony Mowbray were, and they have a point. What sort of idiot puts six strikers on when his team are losing - I've not even tried that one in Football Manager. The fact he has now gone makes this victory even more legendary, up there with super Caley going ballistic in 2000. However, to focus on the Bhoys would be to take away from what was a stunning Saints performance. From the moment Craig Dargo skipped past Josh Thomson and was flattened, showing how hopeless the Celtic defence was, you knew we had a chance.
He might not have scored any, but Dargs was superb. His pace and movement caused them problems no end and he had a part in at least two of the goals - and he would have won us a penalty had we not been playing one half of the Old Firm. Billy Mehmet alongside him was also good, again having a part in a few of the goals and losing out to Andy Dorman in the race to bang home the third.
And on that subject, welcome back Andy - where have you been for the last six months? His ability to miss sitters in recent weeks has been frustrating, but last night he was back to his best. He didn't have to think about either goal, just hit them and hope for the best. Let's hope his confidence is back and we have our star midfielder at his best for the run him.
Alongside him, Steven Thomson was also sensational when it came to the goalscoring, his first evoking memories of Brazil in their pomp in 1970. But let's not single them out, because every player last night was fantastic and gave their all. After Sunday I thought we were down, an opinion I'd had for months. Now, I'm not so sure. I hadn't even been going to go to the pub to watch it, but thank God I did.
As the third and fourth goals went in and the greatest fans in the world (ahem) decided to head for home, the taunting started. We want five. Keano, what's the score? Easy, easy. And, most poignently, You're getting sacked in the morning.
It was the night we gained back some credibility and respect after Sunday. No one gave us a hope, but now they aren't laughing at us any more - and not just because they've found another, funnier target.
The important thing now is to build on this. It's no use humping/hammering/trashing/gubbing Celtic (pick your own adjective) if we then can't get some more points on the board to haul ourselves away from the relegation zone. We have to keep going now, starting with Aberdeen on Saturday.
But, as I said to my brother on the phone last night, last night was "quite good".