Will doubters believe in Hearts' title chances now?

And it felt like it. Boy, did it fizz and crackle. Seven minutes in and Martin Boyle scored. His last derby and there he was, writing his own farewell script. Or so he would have hoped.

Jamie McGrath's vicious free-kick, Beni Banigime dozing and in rushed Boyle - cool and calm, a sidefoot to the solar plexus of the visitors. Down the Hearts end, too. A perfect view of their nightmare start.

Easter Road basked not just in the sunshine but in the anxiety of their guests, the unspeakable horror of having their league dream buffeted by their greatest rivals.

What unfolded was pulsating, a red card for Sallinger only four minutes after Boyle scored, a daft act of handling the ball outside his own area and a call that was easier to make than the officials made it look.

Everybody knew that Sallinger was goosed on first, or second, viewing. The officials took five or six minutes. It was a calamity for Hibs.

The mood completely shifted and shifted some more when the news came through that Rangers had blinked first in the title race. Later, McInnes spoke of the importance of winning your first post-split game and he was right.

Hearts and Celtic are now on the front foot.

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McInnes praises Hearts' composure in derby win

Might Spittal goal become part of Scottish football folklore?

There was a manic feel to Hearts' pursuit of an equaliser. They owned the ball. Before the half was done they had 74% possession, 13 shots, 29 touches in Hibs' penalty area - their hosts had two - and 21 crosses to Hibs' one.

Their panicky nature was understandable but self-harming. They were running around like mad dogs in a meathouse and lacking accuracy as a consequence. They were excitable - McInnes' word.

Hard to blame them. The stakes were sky high, the sense of frustration in the face of Hibs' dogged resistance so palpable you could have reached out and touched it.

Another wow! moment just after half-time. Felix Passlack, a feisty and impressive operator in the rearguard battle, lost the run of himself. Already booked, he caught Baningime above the knee and off he went. Hibs down to nine.

Once again this season was finding new, and exhilarating ways, of getting the pulse beating at an unhealthy rate.

Hearts pummelled Hibs thereafter. Shots and crosses, blocks and headers. For every attack, Hibs had a response.

Braga went through one-on-one but Smith saved. Halkett lashed one from distance, Smith saved again. Marc Leonard, summoning every ounce of venom he could muster, thumped one on goal and it came slapping back off the crossbar.

Eventually, the Hibs dam burst. It had to. What they were doing out there was almost unnatural, their ability to soak up the punches and stay on their feet.

When McInnes put Kerjota into the fray he would have hoped for - but not have imagined - the impact he was going to have. He knew what the player was capable of but he didn't know how he was going to handle the heat.

He was heavily involved in the equaliser. Confident and aggressive, he took it to the bye-line and from his cross, Warren O'Hora turned it into his own net under pressure from Shankland.

When Kerjota did the same again with five minutes to go, it was the salvation of his team, a ball into Spittal and a winner. Another late one. Another moment that made you wonder about fate and destiny.

A heart-breaker for the hosts, for sure. They couldn't have done much more. Undone by their own ill-discipline, a shot at damaging Hearts' dream lost on the back of two ruinous decisions.

Spittal's goal, driven in with gusto, could form a part of Scottish football history in a few weeks time.

There's much work to be done, of course. Four games left - all winnable, all loseable. Their story continues just as the chase carries on for Celtic and a wounded Rangers.

To those who didn't believe that Hearts were capable of going the distance the question must be posed - do you believe in them now?