Later, Rodgers claimed that his team was lacking in speed, slickness, precision, and personality and was too safe. Reo Hatate and Jota’s wit also lacked, which made them weak.
Even though they didn’t actually hit the Aberdeen woodwork twice, they succeeded in a triumphant one-on-one save from Daizen Maeda just before the moral time was up.
Celtic had 21 shots to five from Aberdeen, 81.5% of the field, and 15 corners to four from Aberdeen.
When Thelin’s defense was ready to defend with their last breath, none of it had any significance. You couldn’t keep track of how many blocks Celtics had, each one attempting to destroy Celtic’s fate.
This is not what it was intended to be, and it rarely is. In 30 games, Celtic hadn’t lost to Aberdeen.
The Dons then scored one more goal after conceding an unlucky one. The final’s flawed, madcap nature was reflected in the two of its own goals.
There was little accuracy, rhythm, and shape. There was chaos, bodies collided, players squatted on the floor, and coaches hysterically ill.
It resembled an under-eights game in chunks. Everyone is frightened of abandon. And it was difficult to ignore.
The odds were still in Celtic’s favor when it came to penalties. A penalty shootout at Hampden is not their thing. Recently, they have won a few awards. They were the favorites to win the treble even at that late point.
Then Callum McGregor’s saving Mitov’s life changed. The brilliant leader of Celtics was unflinching. Their aura is no longer the same.
The Aberdeen men kept their composure, not just scoring, but also rifling in their penalties with authority. The first three of them, on a gloomy day, were handled incorrectly by Kappeichel.
In the end, Mitov was the man. He has been criticized for some of his game’s flaws in recent months, but he is now immortal along with the rest.