Football is so often a cruel game, and it was hard not to feel for the Celtic players who lay dejectedly on the turf as their Bayern counterparts ran to the corner celebrating, and no doubt breathing a huge sigh of relief.
All the fight and resolve that they had shown for almost 180 minutes had been sapped from them by the scrappiest, ugliest of goals.
The Scottish champions hustled and harried, and stood up when tested. Schmeichel added more saves to his highlights reel, while his defence headed, blocked and cleared almost everything that came at them.
There were chances. McGregor blazed over in the first half when he should have hit the target. Kuhn had one cleared off the line, before his cross to the back post missed Maeda by a matter of inches.
They forced another opportunity when Dayot Upamecano sliced a pass. Kuhn played in Maeda with Neuer off his line, but the Japanese forward chipped wide.
There is a German saying - coming close is also missing it. It feels harsh to be critical given the monumental effort Celtic produced, but they needed to be more clinical.
They were less than a minute from extra time, and who knows what would have happened then? Perhaps more cruelty and dejection. Perhaps immortality among the Celtic annals for years to come.
Although they return to Glasgow beaten, they return with pride.
This looks like a different team to the one battered in Dortmund just a few months ago. They've matured considerably and look like growing even further.