I’m sitting in a city centre bar watching my beloved Celtic utterly collapse yet again. This time it’s in Europe that we fold quicker than I do in Dry January. Against any kind of quality opposition, we seem to become an absolute shambles of a team the minute they put any real pressure on us – either physically or with any sort of quality play. We look uncoached, lack a style of play of any real substance, and at times appear tactically naive...

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