Two European nights with very different emotional starting points for your humble correspondent. Last night: trepidation. So many failures at this stage. The scratch teams of the Lawwellball era dispatched with ease by opponents with a fraction of Celtic’s budget. Now, it’s halftime and three goals to lean on. Not there yet, but so far so good. Tonight, the initial emotion is one of Schadenfreude that the visitors get anything from the game. Then I was tutored by a more strategically minded buddy...
