Evening all, and welcome to Celtic v Valencia!

What a pain for Celtic if they lose this. I'm sure they're enjoying winning the league season after season, but if they turn out not to be good enough even to make an impression in this competition, it's got to grate.

Brendan Rodgers has a lot of work to do at half-time.

GOAL! Celtic 0-1 Valencia (Cheryshev) Parejo, with the outside of his right boot, curls a lovely ball in behind the Celtic defence after McGregor is robbed in midfield, and Sobrino races away at inside-left, draws the keeper - it's a pretty good likeness, too - and rolls in Cheryshev, who taps into the empty net. That was coming, and if Celrtic don't pick things up, this tie will be as good as over tonight.

Loose from Simunovic, selling McGregor short with a square pass outside his own box. But under pressure from Cheryshev, McGregor, wihelped by Boyata, sees it away.

Forrest weaves and barrels past a challenge at inside-right, but Parejo slides in and uses the slickness off the surface to coax an extra metre, allowing him to poke the ball away before felling the man. Good tackle.

But this is better! McGregor wins the ball outside the Celtic box and finds Sinclair, who moves forward and slides a pass between the centre-backs for Burke! But Neto is out quickly and slides into a clearance. Still, though, that was something and more than the home side has mustered in about half an hour. Can they build on it?

It's a long old time since Celtic did anything other than chase the ball.

Another cross from Wass and Simunivoc heads away. But Valencia are controlling midfield now, and their superior quality means there's not a lot Celtic can do about it.

Wass has been Valencia's most regular danger, and he wins the ball just inside his own half then sets off on a diagonal run before flicking back outside to Cheryshev. The flag goes up, but it looked to me like Simunovic was playing him on.

Ross Barkley has found his level, giving Chelsea the lead in Malmo.

Nice from Parejo, who eases away from Brown and finds Wass. He looks to have shimmied by Toljan but from on the floor, the defender extends the fibre of his fabric to poke the ball away.

Forrest clatters Lato and Valencia waste a bit more time, then enjoy some more possession.

Sobrino waits for a ball with Simunovic, who levers him out of the way with arm and elbow. Sobrino goes down and wants a free-kick- he's got a case - but none is forthcoming, so he settles for treatment and timewasting instead.

This is absolute nonsense.

Cheryshev finds Wass down the right, and he passes it straight to Brown. Celtic then break, and Burke is waiting for a ball through the middle of over the top, but instead Forrest gives it away.

Sinclair looks Celtic's most likely source of something, and he chops inside Piccini then falls over. That looked a foul to me, but the ref decides to the contrary.

Parejo harrases Brown just outside the box and he's forced into a hurried backpass, which Bain, under pressure from Cheryshev, manages to get away, just.

But here come Valencia down the right, Piccini crossing, Sobrino flicking on ... and here's Wass, leaping into a brilliant header - he's to generate all the power himself, a fair way out - and Bain does superbly to claw it behind.

At least the crowd are singing this.

Sinclair beats Piccini with some gorgeous footwork but the defender comes back at him, and the attack duly breaks down with a loose pass.