There it is.

That thing, that great big thing that they shake about to the sound of the Champions League anthem

right at the beginning, down on the ground.

The two flags with Barcelona right above Inter Milan but not on the scoreboard.

3-3. One of the great modern games. Where were you? Were you watching? Were you on the

sofa? Were you actually here? Were you in the city and you couldn't get tickets?

But one or three into man three. Champions League semi-final, first leg,

Sancero still to come. That was astonishing.

That was uplifting.

Across my life, if I sat down to think right now,

maybe I could pick out more momentous games in the dressing in a World Cup final.

I was there when Barcelona completed the treble in Rome in 2009. I was there when

Romedad took punch after punch from Dortmund at Wimbled last season and still won. Still won

the 15th. I was in the dressing room again in Ukraine when Spain won the 2012 European Championship

to win back to back Euro, World Cup Euro,

the first team, first nation in history across the world

to win Continental, World Continental.

I was there when I would even beat by minute 3-2 in 1983. I've seen a few things.

Football makes me passionate when it's played well.

It does you. I know it does you.

But this game, even if I've seen more momentous nights,

there were patches in this game where I've never been more excited, never seen better football.

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