The Celtic five will have varying degrees of individual anguish

It says everything about the heartbreak Scotland suffered in a never-to-be-forgotten five minutes of Hampden drama that even treble-winning Invincibles can head off for their summer holidays utterly dejected.

The pain was collective for Gordon Strachan’s boys, of course, but the Celtic lads will have varying degrees of individual anguish that will haunt them as they top up their tans.

There won’t be much call for self-analysis from Kieran Tierney. He enhanced his rapidly growing reputation with another fine performance on the big stage, again in a position that isn’t the norm in his day job. Yes, he was a bit indecisive with his passback to Craig Gordon in the run-up to England’s opener but there were several more culpable than him for conceding a horribly soft goal.

Parkhead skipper Scott Brown was one of the culpable, uncharacteristically half-hearted in a challenge with Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain before the Arsenal man got his shot away.

Gordon? He was another Celtic man with his fingers in the blood for that goal, making a hash of the aforementioned passback and then not covering himself in glory with his attempt at a save.

Overall, this was a day to forget for the

keeper, whose command of his box in a club jersey wasn’t matched in an international one.

There were a few good saves but the abiding memory of Saturday evening will be Gordon staying on his line as a long diagonal ball was side-footed home by Harry Kane from within the six yard box. That is never a good look for a goalie.

Celt number four, Stuart Armstrong, looked perfectly at home in the illustrious midfield company he was keeping and will have a long career in Scotland blue ahead of him. But if he gets 100 caps or more it’s unlikely that he’ll ever rue a decision to pass right rather than left more than that squandered breakaway which led to Kane’s dagger through the heart.

But the Celtic player who will be most haunted will be the one who did nothing wrong. Even before those stunning free-kicks, Leigh Griffiths deserved to be man of the match, chasing down lost causes and punching above his weight against English backline brutes, and exerting more and more of a creative influence as the game went on.

This is a footballer who has been doubted, mocked and marginalised at various stages of his career and whose three minutes of ecstasy should have knocked James McFadden, Jim Baxter and Archie Gemmill off their perch in Scottish national team folklore.

Instead, the stunning double will now be filed under G for Glorious failure, which is an overflowing body of work.

The Celtic boys must have forgotten what dejection on a football field feels like. Fair to say, they’ve been reacquainted.