This guy. My oh my, this guy.

He can almost make you believe in miracles, in spite of yourself.

After all, in spite of everything we know about this team. About this squad not being up to scratch. Not being ready. About it being the weakest Celtic side in a long time.

All of that may be true.

And yet he still makes you think he might find a way. That he might find the recipe for turning water into wine.

The tie was over. Most of us expected to come here tonight and, at best, leave with a mild beating.

Instead, O’Neill found a way to do more than just salvage pride. He delivered the club’s first ever win in Germany. We played well enough to get a second goal. That would have put the cat among the pigeons and given us a real chance of going through.

And the remarkable thing is this: it wouldn’t have felt unbelievable. After a start like that, you wouldn’t have been staring at the screen in disbelief. The start set the tone. The start set up the rest of the game.

And yet the fact we didn’t quite get there doesn’t...