Wide Open Space

The title of this one refers to Celtic Park tonight whenever Barca had the ball. To say that we were beaten would be an understatement. Not to say that we didn't play excellently for a 15-minute period, with Sutton's goal coming in the middle of that period.
But, overall, what a masterclass we were subject to. To be only 1-0 down at half-time felt like the greatest victory we have ever achieved such was Barca's dominance. It was an absolutely one-sided mismatch.
At least we saved face a bit in the second period, but 3-1 was certainly not a flattering scoreline for Barcelona.
I watched it in one of my locals that always has Celtic games on the big screen - no matter what other games are on the box. There was a good crowd in tonight and they took the defeat well - except for a right screechy wummin who wouldn't stop screechin.
My dismay at the defeat was offset somewhat by the fact that the boy is now well into recovery mode following a horrific bug which saw him projectile vomit throughout last night and in the early part of today.
His intake over the last 24 hours has consisted of a piece of toast, a packet of crisps and a few glasses of Lucozade.
The poor wee thing - it looks as if I may have to take the day off tomorrow to look after him.