*** AFTER nine years and six seasons this was it. The big one. The grand reveal of “H”. Not since who shot JR had millions gathered in front of their tellies, preparing to be amazed. There was even a whisper that a teenager in Newton Mearns was going to switch his phone off for an hour. Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the wee donkey it was tense out there. And then … Ian Buckells? The dopey Brummie Noddy Holder lookalike you wouldn’t send out for a pint of milk? He was H, the fourth man, the lynchpin of a clandestine network of corrupt police officers in league with organised crime gangs?