Tonight, I’m not going to do a full match report. I’ll save that for tomorrow. It’s not that I don’t have plenty to say—there are structural problems all over Celtic and all over this team, and a lot of reality came home to roost today. For anyone who thought we’d simply get by with keeping O’Neill and Maloney, this has been the rudest awakening of their lives. That won’t do. It won’t wash.

But tonight is about how sometimes the Gods just don’t smile on you. And there is no greater example of footballing cruelty than what happened to Callum Osmond this evening.

That boy must have been absolutely buzzing over the last few days, fresh off the high of scoring in a cup semi-final, knowing he was going to get more first-team chances. A chance to stake a claim. He shouldn’t even have been playing tonight. He wasn’t in the original Europa League squad, and Celtic could’ve left it that way—but a long-term injury to Cameron Carter-Vickers gave us an opportunity, and we took it. Because we did, we’ve now lost Osmond for God knows how long.

It’s bad. He knows it’s bad. We all knew it was...