If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings-nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And which is more, you'll be a Man ,my son.
Pretty disappointing to start badly when Agar specifically said pre-match that he expected Celtic to go all out to start well. The re-shuffle can't have helped though, TBF.