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There were precious few positives for Celtic supporters to cling to after last night’s chastening defeat to FC Midtjylland… It was a performance that laid bare the limitations of a squad stretched thin, where too many looked weary and too few rose above the malaise. But amid the disappointment, one player once again caught the eye — and reminded fans that even in a bleak season, there are glimmers of hope emerging from within. Callum Osmand entered the fray at half-time, replacing Johnny Kenny after a subdued opening 45 minutes in which the Irish striker struggled to make any real impact. If Kenny was anonymous, Osmand was the opposite, busy, aggressive, purposeful. He pressed with conviction, ran at defenders, harried the opposition back line and — crucially — won Celtic a penalty that, for a moment, hinted at an unlikely lifeline. It wasn’t Osmand’s first lively cameo in recent weeks. At Hampden, in the Premier Sports Cup semi-final, he came off the bench to score the clincher and win over a sizeable portion of the Celtic support with his fearlessness and instinct. Before that, in Martin O’Neill’s first match as interim manager against Falkirk, he introduced himself with another energetic substitute appearance, full of intent even if not reflected on the scoresheet. So, when he began stretching the Midtjylland defence, picking up pockets of space and injecting urgency into Celtic’s forward play, supporters could be forgiven for allowing their minds to drift to Sunday’s game against Kilmarnock. After three big chances created at Hampden — one he should have scored, one brilliantly saved, and one he buried — it felt like his first professional start was on the horizon. Kenny’s ineffective first half only strengthened that sense of inevitability. But football can be cruel, and Celtic’s season has delivered more than its fair share of misfortune. Just as Osmand looked set to capitalise on his momentum, he pulled up, clutching the back of his leg. Moments later he was on the turf, the stretcher was called, and the young striker’s face told its own story. Martin O’Neill offered a consoling pat as Osmand was carried away, distraught. The immediate worry is the severity. For a young player, the shock of a first significant injury can be overwhelming. The hope — for Osmand, for the manager, and for a Celtic support desperate for good news — is that the pain was more frightening than final, and that the injury is measured in weeks rather than months. Because in a season overshadowed by inconsistency, setbacks, and a mounting injury list, Callum Osmand has been a rare bright spark. Raw, yes, but brimming with potential, hunger, and an energy Celtic have badly needed. Haste ye back, Callum. Your story is just beginning. Come back stronger, take strength from the early chapters you’ve already written, and know that there’s a Celtic career waiting for you the moment you’re ready to pick up the pen again.
