Evidently they are showing highlights of all the great Scottish goalkeeping performances during the first advert
I saw this earlier, it was excellent, really captured the way it must have felt for team and fans alike to go on such an incredible ride and the pride inherent in their achievement. Found myself in floods of tears at the end, which is slightly strange as I'm neither Scottish nor a Celtic fan. I'm still not quite sure but they may have been tears for all that we lose or have lost, be that the sight of our heroes grown old (with so many now gone for ever), the memory of what football used to stand for and mean to so many of us before the endless money and greed ruined the game and created the soulless circus that we have nowadays, or perhaps just the thought of how so many of my own family (mostly now sadly long gone too) would have gathered round a TV or radio on that night so long ago - 4 years before I was even born! - and themselves wept on such a wonderful night for British sport. Compare and contrast that Celtic team, at a guess all Scots (?) and probably quite a few boyhood Celtic fans (?) to boot, and what they achieved, and crucially what it would have meant to them to do it in the Celtic shirt, given the bonds that can only be forged through coming up together at a club that runs through you like a stick of rock, with today's disgusting Premier League 'corporations' and their revolving doors of players (and coaches) who are clearly only in it for themselves and couldn't give a flying f*ck about the clubs they are representing or their heritage. One things for sure, whoever wins the final in a couple of weeks' time, the players involved will never ever understand what it meant to those Celtic lads to lift that cup. I'm aware this post is a bit Ron Manager, 'isn't it'.
I remember the final well, it was extremely rare in those days to see a full match on tv...never mind one on a weekday. Talking about it now really takes me back to the house we lived in then... going from memory it was home from school...black & white telly on...enjoy the match...8 yrs old, no idea of sectarianism or racism or the fact that evil actually existed in the world and the family and friends I'd known from birth were all still around....happy days.