The litter-strewn second-half pitch reflected the scrappy game at the end of a rubbish season. The game wasn’t much fun to watch, but fortunately Our Saviour was there to finish from a great Hooky cross.

Taouil did well to feed Hay after good work on the left.  He didn’t play as well as he has been recently, but big Kev did enough to ensure we stay in the SPL, enough to ensure the club itself continues. Hallowed be his name.

It looked like Inverness were the hungrier side, needing points more than us. Killie were studied, a bit leaden, careful not to lose with only one point being necessary. KK had one header on target cleared, Hamill’s long-range looping header was saved and these were the only half-chances either side had.

In the second half, Gibson, heavy-legged and ineffectual, was replaced by Fernandez in what seemed like a desperate tactical move that turned out to be due to a foot injury. In any case, the game immediately seemed beyond us as Fernandez showed why he can’t get a start, resorting to a reckless foul on Black’s back that could have proven very costly.

Word came through that St. Mirren were 2-0 up on Falkirk. Inverness wanted more than the one point on offer. Killie could hardly pass the ball over ten yards. The crowd grew worried, exasperated, doom-laden. Shoulders fell, heads drooped. We’d seen this kind of sleepwalking into failure before.

Then, from nowhere, we scored. Season over. Relief all round. The players departed the field with “there’s only one Kevin Kyle” resounding around the stadium. There is so. Amen.