FIRSTLY, let me congratulate and thank Lenny and the Bhoys for a scintillating, roller-coaster of a Champions’ League ride. This is where we want to be, though it can only get more difficult, as football is currently structured.
Things could have been so different, though, in a round of sixteen tie, lost so comprehensively, in the end.
Over the piece, as Neil so eloquently said post-match last night (proud of you, wee man!) … overall, quality told. To that extent, we can’t complain too much and should see it as a learning curve.
That said, Juventus were no Bayern Munich … no Borussia Dortmund … no Real Madrid … even, no Barcelona, who we confronted so heroically and successfully at the group stage.
Had we not gifted them at least three, arguably four, of the five goals conceded over the two legs, starting with two shambolic shots in the foot at Celtic Park in the crucial home first leg … had we not passed up a hat-full of gilt-edged opportunities carved out by some excellent build-up play in the midst of a creditable measure of possession and pressure over both clashes … had we just managed to dig that little bit deeper, punch that little bit more above our weight, the world might look a whole lot brighter this morning.
But we are where we are – and we are who we are.
I, for one, will settle for that and move on.