ON a dry, bumpy pitch at the Excelsior Stadium in Airdrie, Celtic squeezed through to the next round of the BP Youth Cup with a hard-fought win over a taller, stronger Motherwell side.
The victory was deserved, as Celtic, for the most part, dominated possession while their opponents seemed more content to sit back in numbers and hit on the break.
Sadly, however, nothing can gloss over the fact that this was a poor-quality encounter which featured less than a handful of players whom I feel confident will have lengthy careers in the professional game.
And I fear that the Celtic performance was not helped by the team selection and tactics of the manager, John McLaughlan, which appeared (to me, a mere amateur) contrary to football logic.
If that seems negative, let me tell you about one moment of determination and brilliance that lit up the whole match for me.
Ten minutes from time, with the score at 2-2, the Motherwell right back attempted to fire in a cross from the edge of the box. It was blocked, with a flying leap, by the Celtic centre-forward Kevin Cawley.
As the full-back attempted to regain his bearings, Cawley nicked the ball off his toes, sprinted 20 yards, fed Declan Bunting, who was haring down the left wing, then sprinted past gobsmacked Motherwell defenders to present himself in the middle of the goal, 10 yards out.
If Bunting had delivered the cross, it would have been a goal of classic proportions. Instead, a series of passes ended with Michael Tidser slicing the ball well wide.
In essence, that summed up much of Celtic's performance here: plenty of passing, but no end product. And Cawley, throughout, was the one class act.
In the end, the wee Bhoys were grateful for two free-kicks from Tidser that bamboozled the Well defence and, in particular, Owen Jones, a Welsh goalie who played with Celtic Under-17s little more than a year ago.
But for long periods this looked like a disaster in the making. Especially after, a few minutes in, Celtic keeper Paul Skinner flapped at a corner and Motherwell midfielder Shaun Hutchison delivered a header which was adjudged a goal despite Cawley's best efforts to clear it off the line.
That put the wee Bhoys on the back foot for a long while.
They had started with Skinner in goal, Grant Gallagher at right back, Carlo Monti at left back, and Jason Marr and Laurence Gaughan in the centre of defence.
Due to a serious knee injury suffered by Irish left winger Graham Carey and a hamstring twang endured by giant striker Cillian Sheridan, the midfield and forward positions had been re-jigged. But surely it took a perverse vision of the game of football to come up with Mr McLaughlan's solution.
Paul Cahillane, a natural left winger who has been played up front on many occasions, was asked to start on the right of midfield. Michael Tidser, a strong central midfielder, was given the left flank. Ross Hepburn, Tidser's partner in the exciting 3-3 draw with Rangers at Murray Park earlier this season, was on the bench.
In their stead came Ritchie Towell, a stocky youngster who has played much of his football at right back, plus Luca Santonocito, a slight, talented, Italian lad who was simply overpowered time after time by players two years older than him.
The result was that Bunting and Cawley saw little of the ball in the first half, when the Celtic youths played pass after pass along the halfway line, only to end with Gaughan blootering the ball towards the giant Motherwell defenders.
My notes for the match tell me that after 13 minutes, Skinner was unlucky to be booked after challenging Well forward Mark Archdeacon (a tall, talented lad who is the son of the 1986 Love Street legend Owen, who was there to watch him) on the edge of the box.
After 24 minutes, Marr came to the rescue after a poor back-header from Gaughan. Then Bunting went close with a header from a long Tidser cross when, to my mind, he could have scored if more committed.
After 37 minutes, a Tidser cross saw Cawley cushion a pass expertly for Cahillane to volley just a couple of yards wide from the edge of the box. And a couple of minutes from half-time, a cute Santonocito pass sent Cahillane through on goal, but Jones blocked his shot.
At half-time, Derry Bhoy Danny Lafferty replaced the injured Monti. And only three minutes later Celtic were level, with Gaughan flicking in a Tidser free-kick at the back post.
Shortly afterwards, Bunting did well to squeeze a low cross through to Cawley six yards out, but his effort was smothered by Jones.
Celtic were on top, but all their good work was undone when another laborious passing movement along the halfway line ended with Gaughan giving up possession cheaply and Jamie Murphy eventually cashed in with a fierce shot.
It was obvious that Celtic needed more width. Cahillane was uncomfortable on the right, and Tidser is no left winger. So McLaughlan took off Cahillane and put pint-sized winger Joe Bradley on. It seemed to me at the time that it would have been more sensible to take off Santonocito, put Tidser in the centre of the park and Cahillane out left. But what do I know?
In any case, tactical arguments were rendered pointless by a sharp turn of events. And at the centre of it all was that Bhoy Cawley.
After 67 minutes, he controlled a long pass, flicked it over his marker, then volleyed in a fierce shot that Jones saved with his ankles. It would have been a superb goal.
Three minutes later, Towell fired in a superb 25-yard shot that cannoned off the bar straight to Cawley, who kept his cool to control the ball and fire it past the gallant Jones.
From then on the young King's Park kid dominated proceedings. First, he controlled a long pass, beat two markers and fired a shot just over. Then, with 13 minutes to go, he headed a Motherwell effort off the line amid a mighty scramble at the other end of the park .
Cawley then took advantage of a cute Santonicito backheel to fire another shot just over before his marathon run described earlier in this report.
Wee Kevin also popped up twice in the move that led to Towell being fouled 30 yards out just five minutes from time.
As before, Tidser's left-foot cross arced in towards goal, but it's not clear whether Bunting (who claimed it) got a touch before it bounced past Jones. As it was, Celtic were suddenly 3-2 ahead.
Motherwell still had the chance to take the game into extra-time, but Skinner bravely saved the day.
It was a result that showed the wee Bhoys have plenty of courage. Whether any more than one or two of them have the ability to make it to the first team is another matter.
PLAYER RATINGS:PAUL SKINNER: Tall Irish keeper who does not command his area and seems hesitant too often. Needs a sea change of attitude and application to have any chance.
GRANT GALLAGHER: Young right back from Dumbarton, of fine Donegal stock. I've been impressed with him before but he offered nothing here. Hesitant in possession and reluctant to get forward. Needs to sharpen up massively.
CARLO MONTI: Smallish left back. Injured before half-time in a tackle which he basically chickened out of.
JASON MARR: The one positive, aggressive rock amid a "back four" sea of timidity and indecision. Not the best game I've seen him play, but certainly not helped by those around him. Powerful, skillful lad with a great attitude.
LAURENCE GAUGHAN: Tall, well-built defender who plays for Ireland and came from Liverpool. But I'm not a fan of centre-halfs who don't win headers and play silly passes. Had a couple of good moments, but for most part I thought of a word that rhymes with his surname: Shockin'.
PAUL CAHILLANE: Irish left-winger played on the right of midfield, he exuded frustration. Unlucky to be substituted, but I've not seen much progress over the last 18 months. Needs to give himself a good shake if he doesn't want to end up at Home Farm.
RICHARD TOWELL: Stocky lad who consistently showed for the ball and did a power of work. My hope for him is that his girth is puppy fat and that he'll be a 6ft 1in powerhouse within 18 months. His lack of appreciation as regards how to open up his body for passes and spread the play showed he is more right back or right midfield than central midfield. Worth watching.
LUCA SANTONOCITO: Tallish, but lightweight, Italian lad who was brushed off the ball far too easily by Motherwell's bigger, taller players. Left most of the midfield battle to Towell. Needs to grow up VERY quickly.
MICHAEL TIDSER: Set up two goals with his free-kicks, yet was singularly unimpressive in general play. Why? Because he can't play left of midfield, and he knows it. Not once did he try to go on the outside; he just checked in every time. Probably spent the whole game wondering why he wasn't being played in central midfield. I certainly did. Yet the fact that he didn't knuckle down to his appointed role suggests he has plenty to add to his game.
KEVIN CAWLEY: Last week I spoke to Mick Jackson, a Celtic star of the early 1960s, about Kevin. Mick agrees Kevin is a great wee player. He was the only member of the Scotland Under-19 squad who did not look out of place against Holland the other week. "But he's too small to make it," Mick said. "Well, you might be right," I replied. Before adding: "By the way, Scott McDonald did OK today, didn't he?" As the old saying goes: It's not the size of the man in the fight that counts; it's the size of the fight in the man. Wee Kevin has the heart of a lion, two great feet, boundless energy, a good football brain and tons of courage. Importantly, he also has the humility to listen to coaches. From the guy who knew Aiden McGeady was a player 10 years ago, I tell you: Watch this space!
DECLAN BUNTING: Gangly striker who won plenty of the ball in the air against towering big Well defenders. But a million miles away from threating JVOH or Samaras for a place. A Bhoy who, I think, will advance rapidly because of a willingness to listen, learn and try his heart out. Has to sort out his ungainly running style, though.
DANNY LAFFERTY: On as sub for the injured Monti. Commitment on an Anton Rogan level but, in all honesty, the bold Danny lacks technique and composure. Good lad, though.
JOE BRADLEY: Diminutive right winger in the Brian McLaughlin mould. Added a bit of pace and directness on the right flank.