Henrik Larsson was noted for many things but stand up wasn’t one of them.

So when he delivered a jocular barb to Neil Lennon one day as the then Celtic players discussed Lennon’s apparent popularity with the ladies, the quip stuck in mind; “Lenny, he drawled, “you’d still be a virgin if you weren’t a footballer.”

Lennon’s love affair with the club he first joined almost two decades ago has long endured.

That is has been rekindled this week seems both shocking and inevitable in the aftermath of Brendan Rodgers’ move to Leicester.

And as Rodgers’ affair with Celtic ends acrimoniously, the lingering sense of betrayal among the Parkhead support that his head was too easily turned will not dissipate any time soon.

Speaking as he was unveiled at Leicester yesterday Rodgers, in full Leicester training gear, already looks like he has moved on. A large part of that comes down to the fact that in his mind he was already away.

For those who idolised his every word, it has felt like a personal affront these last few days.

Ronny Deila made people cringe when he embarked upon his fist-pumping ‘Ronny roar’ at Celtic but in some regards the manner in which Rodgers celebrated and hammed up his own credentials to ingratiate himself to the support might seem altogether more toe-curling over time.

Asked at his inaugural press conference on the day he arrived at the club if there were similarities between Liverpool and Celtic, Rodgers gushed: “There are parallels but this is different. This is family. This is blood. This is Gallagher, Johnstone, McGrain…”

The underlying feeling this week was that he had gotten into bed with the other Johnston.

In so many ways the anger is justified.

The timing was poor as Celtic look to make history with an unprecedented treble Treble. But the shock was magnified by the fact that Rodgers sold himself to the Celtic support as one of them.

As he explained the reasons for his decision yesterday, Rodgers stressed that removing the emotion from any major call is how he lives.

Which is interesting because it will be in stark contrast to the man who has taken his place.

And between now and the end of the season it will be a lesson in compare and contrast.

Where Rodgers donned the tailored suits and soft Italian shoes for game day, Neil Lennon will pull on the trackies and the trainers as he goes for a more organic approach.

Where there were so few unguarded moments with Rodgers – and a splaying of the fingers to signal ten to the Celtic support was one of the very rare days he allowed himself to get carried away - every moment with Lennon is an unguarded one.

Snuff in his pocket and heart on his sleeve.

Rodgers was pristine in presentation, trackside decorum and exuded unflustered composure at all times.

When Odsonne Edouard netted a last gasp winner at Tynecastle, Lennon’s celebrations with his players were authentic and in the moment. It is not the letting go of the emotion with Lennon but the keeping it in.

But for all the differences between Lennon and Rodgers, the end result has to be the same.

Lennon knows that he has to end this season with trophies in the cabinet.

Meanwhile, there are none so blind as though who will not see.

As footage of a bilious clip did the rounds on social media on Thursday morning, it was difficult to ignore the feeling that there are people who wilfully chose to ignore that what they already know.

As we are all aware by now, anger is little more than disappointed hope.

But if you wish to assume the moral high ground, singing about a man dying in his sleep is generally not the way to do it.

Common decency, anyone?

It is pertinent to highlight the numerical numbers involved – there are fewer than a dozen - in the short but deeply embarrassing clip but at the same time it shines a light on a worrying trend towards the thuggish.