This post brought to you by Old Pulteney single malt whisky

Right, so I sat down tonight to watch the Celtic game, and had a glass of whisky. Nerves (hell, it's the champions League, I always get nervous) meant that the first glass was finished in double quick time.

Frustration at our inability to finish off nice passing movements accounted for glasses two and three. Glass four came and went thanks to Barry Robson having a 24' by 8' area to aim at for the penalty he took, yet still hitting it straight at the fucking keeper.

More of the same in the second half, and now the bottle's finished. I appear to have drunk more than I intended. Not the best performance from Celtic (verging on mince), and now I feel all empty.

Being a football fan's a sure-fire way to have a life of ups and downs. 5 games to go in the group stages. There's a bottle of Ardbeg to get me through those.