BIT by bit, week after week, light and shade is being drawn into our understanding of Ronny Deila and this compelling stranger is becoming a more rounded and familiar character.

Watching this young Norwegian's personality being fleshed out over the eight months since then - or, more accurately, our grasp of what he's about being given some depth - has been fascinating. It's too early to say if he's going to be a good Celtic manager.

Nothing has been won yet and the attempts to reach the Champions League group stage were botched. But it's impossible to believe that trophies aren't on their way, and Celtic's affection for him is growing. He was blessed with open-mindedness and acceptance from most supporters from day one and that relationship is deepening. The performance he goes through after winning every away game has often looked a bit contrived and over-the-top but it's no longer spontaneous. It's become an expected part of the after-show.

The Celtic fans at Dens Park waited and built up to it on Saturday and he obliged them: three fist pumps from him, three roars back from them. This is a new signature of the Deila reign. Celtic fans like the cut of his jib. One was huckled at Dens for leaping out of the stands to rush up and wrap his arms around him as everyone was walking off the pith. They lapped up the footage of Deila doing some beery dancing with what turned out to be his mum a few hours after the Old Firm game last weekend.

That was the fixture in which "he wouldn't know what hit him", of course. The game where he "didn't know what he was in for". Really? He sailed through it. He was measured and diplomatic throughout the build-up and respectful in the aftermath. Scandinavians in football can be bone dry but his media conferences have been frank and interesting from day one, which means reporters tend to appreciate and like him. Neil Lennon was a one-man newspaper-filling machine an an impossible act to follow but Deila has been good value.

He is opinionated and stands up for himself. There's humour, too. He makes throwaway remarks about enjoying a beer and a night out. When asked about that dancing: "Yes! Do you want lessons?" When asked about a fire alarm forcing Celtic out of their Dundee hotel in the middle of the night: "I decided to call a meeting at two in the morning."

Outside Celtic you can sense a sort of mild resentment towards Deila. This young guy has parachuted into a job most Scottish managers would kill for. The resources are there for him to scoop up the league, a double, even a treble. If he joins Jock Stein and Martin O'Neill on a pedestal as the only treble-winning Celtic managers there will be plenty who feel it landed on his lap and that his greatest gift was timing.

Not all Celtic fans are convinced, either, but charisma and a team motoring through the domestic scene have become a powerful combination. Right now, at least until Inter Milan, Deila has Celtic eating out of his hand.

And Another Thing . . .

The bids closed on Friday for the domestic rights to screen the next phase of Barclays Premier League games. Sit down and take a deep breath before reading on from here. Those who know the industry predict the value will rise to over £4bn for the packages covering 2016-19. England generates another £2.2bn from foreign rights, with even more from selling to other media platforms. The total is expected to climb to almost £7bn overall. The equivalent of £8m per game. Forget a deterioration of playing standards, overspending by clubs or Rangers' collapse: in the last 20 years nothing has damaged Scottish football more than the phenomenal growth of England's TV income. In 1992, their rights sold for £191m. Multiply that by 20 now. The inevitable trickledown effect means more of these riches will find their way to Sky Bet Championship, League One and League Two clubs who can make irresistible offers to any SPFL talent they fancy. All of this while English football grows ever more attractive to the sort of casual supporter who would rather watch that on television than an SPFL game in the flesh. England's latest broadcasting figures are awesome, there is no other word for it, but they are nothing for us to celebrate.

And Finally . . .

Flights were booked and coaches were hired within hours of the indefensible disgrace of the Rangers board announcing that the extraordinary general meeting would be held in London. Supporters want this mob out by any means necessary and instantly preparing a stampede towards Kensington was inevitable. In a tweet on Sunday morning, though, Richard Gough was right to call for common sense and a measured response. This meeting is being made as inhospitable and inconvenient as possible for ordinary shareholders. It has become a blatant act of provocation from directors towards supporters. The board clearly will use every trick in the book - the exploitation of loopholes and any minor infractions - to adjourn or postpone. Hundreds of irate shareholders descending on the venue on March 4, causing logistical chaos through sheer numbers alone, would be counter-productive. Anger is inevitable, but it will take clear heads to clear this deplorable regime.