Football can be brutal. It can give you hope, make you believe in miracles, and then rip it all away in the cruelest fashion. Celtic fans will know exactly what that feels like after a night in Munich where their team played like warriors but left with nothing.
For 90 minutes, Brendan Rodgers’ men matched Bayern Munich, a club synonymous with European dominance, punch for punch. They weren’t just there to make up the numbers they were there to make history. And for a moment, it looked like they would.
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Nicolas Kuhn’s ice-cold finish past Manuel Neuer had the Celtic faithful dreaming. A well-earned goal, the result of relentless pressing and sheer belief. Bayern, rattled and unimpressive, had no answers. Their attack, spearheaded by Harry Kane in the first half, struggled to break down a Celtic side that played with their hearts on their sleeves.
Kane, fresh from a facial injury, tested Schmeichel early, but the Danes’ hands were safe. Celtic, on the other hand, had glorious chances. Kuhn, Maeda, and Hatate all came close, but the ball wouldn’t go in. That would prove costly.
Then came the gut-punch. With just seconds left in stoppage time, a desperate Bayern attack saw Cameron Carter-Vickers attempt to clear the ball, only for it to cannon off Alphonso Davies and into the net. A complete fluke. A moment of sheer bad luck. Football, at its most unforgiving.
The Celtic players crumpled to the ground, disbelieving. They had given everything, outplayed Bayern in their own backyard, and still walked away with nothing. But they had made a statement. Celtic belong at this level. They showed it. They proved it.
For Bayern, the dream of a Champions League final in their own backyard remains alive. But make no mistake Celtic were the story of the night. This was a performance for the ages. The result was cruel, but the message was clear: Celtic have arrived on the biggest stage, and they’re here to stay.
