What a trip. What a trip! I am exhausted. But a fkn brilliant few days. A great build up. Rollercoaster of emotions during the game – but finally a positive result. Loads to say on it all. We had an absolute ball. The end was emotional. It was. I dropped to my knees and cried.
On Friday we got quite merry in the marienplatz square, including a few swift ones in Ratskeller bar area. The we went to that beerhaus I mentioned, south of the station. Food good but it was mayhem. Then back to marienplatz. Then we ened up back up near our hotel at another bar ‘til 3am, which turfed us out an hour after their 2am closing, so we got into the hotel at 3.10 and the night reception guy started pouring more beers! Fkk me, i was slaughtered.
Tried to get to breakfast at 10am. No chance of eating anything. Hair of the dog at 12.30pm and we were away again, but not so heavy. But the Saturday build up was good. 28 of us for afternoon dinner in Ratskeller on the afternoon of the game was hilarious – plus good food and much beer, of course. Off to the stadium at 6pm to get my flag up. Trains not so clever getting to the stadium, though, but we got there ok.
What a game. Not as bad as Barca, but I thought we defended very well. We were blocking and causing them wayward shots. We kept them at bay, really. We could’ve won with that final kick of normal time, had drog not launched it in to the upper tier. Mata with his left foot would’ve been better. I was behind the goal and we said it was a Mata free kick. Never mind. And Cech was outstanding. I was praying out loud when Drog was walking up to the penalty spot. I lost control when he scored. Then I dropped to my knees and cried. It was wonderful.
Then back to that bar near the hotel for about 1am and we ended up staying there for breakfast. Slaughtered again. The girls working there couldn’t believe it. The bar owner just let it all carry on.
Anyway, we’ve finally done it.
The hurt of Moscow – Evra getting the Drog sent off and Terry having to take that 5th pen.
The hurt of the bent Norwegian ref the following year at the Bridge against Barca, 4 penalties not given, including a blatant shot blocked by a Barca arm in injury time.
The hurt of the ball that didn’t cross the line at the Anfield semi final in ’05, when Gallas had white boots on.
Even Ranieri’s mess up in Monaco those years ago.
We can now move on – Champions of Europe. What a trip. And what a fantastic whole weekend.
Up the Chels’