On a Saturday night at the end of November, while the rain extended in Dens Park, Hibernian players got up from the launch of a 4-1 annihilation that kept them anchored at the foot of the Premier League Scottish.
They had taken an early advantage, then capitulated. Jordan Obita was sent. Elie Youan, infamously, made Keepy-Us on her own, while David Gray reorganized her exhausted team. The goalkeeper Josef Bursik gave in possession and picked up his pocket for a calamito goal.
Hibs had not only hit the rock background, they had practically underground.
At that time, at a time of defense of Slapstick, frequent red cards and late constant concessions, he already felt like Gray’s work hung by a thread.
The rookie chief coach had won one of his first 13 League games to the helm. If Hibs had not been shaken through the managers so prolificly lately, and if Gray had not been a winning totem of the cup, the owners could have pressed the trigger.
Roll up the clock in five months and the striking contrast would have quantum physicists scratching their heads.
On Sunday afternoon, Hibs destroyed Dundee 4-0, matching an undefeated record of the club that he has maintained for almost 80 years and strengthening his control in third place.
The fears of descent, the farewell thoughts and proclamations of fatality have given way to euphoria, feeling and hunting of passports in advance of a European adventure.
With Hibs, it is rarely bored. But this crazy is rarely.
