The 1967 European Cup Final was a football match between Italian team Internazionale and Scottish team Celtic. It took place at the Estádio Nacional in Lisbon, Portugal on 25 May 1967 in front of a crowd of 45,000. It was the final of the 1966–67 European Cup, the premier club competition run by UEFA. The match was Celtic's first European final and Internazionale's third; they had won two of the previous three trophies. Both teams had to go through four qualifying rounds to get the final. Celtic won their first two ties comfortably, with their second two rounds being tighter. Inter's first tie was very close but they won their next two by bigger margins. In the semi-final Inter needed a replay to win the tie.
Internazionale scored after seven minutes, when Sandro Mazzola converted a penalty. Celtic equalised through Tommy Gemmell after he scored on 63 minutes. Stevie Chalmers then put Celtic in the lead after 84 miuntes. The match finished 2–1 to Celtic. It was said to be a victory for football because Celtic's attacking play overcame Internazionale's defensive cattenacio. Celtic's manager Jock Stein and the team received acclaim after the match and was given the nickname the Lisbon Lions; considered to be the greatest in the club's history.
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