'Pure theatre puts Hearts on cusp of title fairytale'

McInnes brought on Blair Spittal, the hero of Easter Road, for the ineffective Islam Chesnokov. Spittal was deeply influential in everything he did in attack and defence. Immense. He sparked the comeback and the elation. Everybody else flowed in behind. Rohl and Rangers sank like a stone in the water. Claudio Braga, who had looked like he was trying to trap a balloon earlier on, was now running with more menace and purpose. The charge of the maroon cavalry was gathering pace. You could sense it, you could almost reach out and touch it. Eight minutes into the new half, Alexandros Kyziridis forced a save from Jack Butland, who had gone virtually untested in the opening spell. A minute or so after that, Tynecastle erupted to the sound of liberation from the torture of that first half. Kyziridis, a huge force as the game went on, slapped a shot off Butland's right-hand post, the rebound falling to Stephen Kingsley, a powerhouse when the heat came on, and he stabbed it into the ground and past the Rangers' goalkeeper. The noise - lasting and deafening - rose up and swirled around like a typhoon, gathering up everybody in its vicinity, delirious Hearts folk thrilled to be sucked into the vortex. When Tynecastle is like this, it's hard to rival, a cacophony greeting every 50-50 tackle, spleens vented at a throw-in given the other way, gaskets were blown amid the mortal sin of Rangers being given a free-kick when, of course, they didn't deserve it. …