MARK Cavendish, the Bee Gees and the Manx cat. All, at one point in time, have been native to the Isle of Man and last night that territory gained another claim to fame when Kieran Tierney made his full European debut for Celtic. As it turned out, Tierney only lived there for ten months before moving to Lanarkshire but this was the 18-year-old's big chance on the continental stage and he hit most of the right notes. As he watched on from the TV position, Scotland manager Gordon Strachan, the man who back in 2008 handed Paul Caddis a home debut in a last 16 Champions League tie against a Barcelona side featuring Thierry Henry, Lionel Messi, Xavi, Iniesta, Ronaldinho and even Yaya Toure, would surely have appreciated Ronny Deila's decision to ignore more experienced options to throw the left back in from left field.

This was the Europa League rather than the Champions League, and this Fenerbahce side were no Barcelona, but Tierney's baptism of fire still came against such renowned names as Robin van Persie, Nani, and Raul Meireles. Then there was Diego, part of the Atletico Madrid side which reached the Champions League final less than 18 months ago, and his big bustling countryman Fernandao, both of whom climbed off the bench and instantly improved the side who sit joint top of the Turkish Super Lig.

For all the star names, Turkish football sometimes feels like a retirement home for world class footballers, a place where they are happy to pick up a generous pension without extending themselves too greatly. Molde had done for them in the opening match day and the appetite of young whipper snappers like Tierney was a refreshing antidote to that. Where at first he was happy just to clear his lines, this youngster grew in confidence as the match went on and for most of the second half was more likely to be spotted on the edge of the Fenerbahce box, letting the opposition worry about him. A couple of promising ventures forward might have ended without any discernible end product but he was afforded a generous round of applause when he was replaced with eight minutes remaining and this was not mere charity.

If the Lennoxtown product was the unknown quantity in this Celtic team - he had previously made just two appearances last season and two this - in every other sense this was the same old Celtic. Once again Leigh Griffiths had gobbled up a striker's goal to prove that he is capable of scoring in European competition, while a rasping second from the left foot of Kris Commons had proved what he brings to Ronny Deila's side. While Commons even produced a bravura nutmeg on Van Persie when Celtic were on top - getting an elbow to the face which went unpunished for the trouble - Scott Brown was back to his best in midfield, while Mikael Lustig produced an accomplished performance at right back.

Sadly, for the Parkhead side's sake, a few foibles were on show too. Once again, after being pegged back against Malmo and Ajax this season, they had surrendered a winning position. Efe Ambrose had demonstrated anew that he always has a mistake in him while he and his defensive colleagues had proven beyond doubt that they could do with some brushing up on their zonal marking. Fernandao gobbled up an errant header from the Nigerian to give the Turks hope at a time when they were floundering, then the same man got a free run to power Nani's corner in for the equaliser.

The match ended with both sides unconvincingly pushing on for the winner, fretting all the while about throwing it all away at the other end. Neither eventuality happened, while a draw in Group A's other match means that Celtic's hopes of Europa League qualification stay alive ahead of the visit to Molde on October 22. There was no sting in the tail. A bit like the Manx cat.