It was me and my mate Bob who got tickets to the game. Even as a born pessimist when it comes to football, I’d never been more certain that we were going to win a game: we were playing a team from Munich and it would have been Sir Matt Busby’s 90th birthday. It was written in the stars.
Then we watched Bayern’s goal go in after six minutes. And we realised that, yet again, United were going to let us down and we were never going to see them win this trophy as long as we lived. But that season there was this belief: “It doesn’t matter what happens, you’re going to have to kill us to stop us.”
It was me and my mate Bob who got tickets to the game. Even as a born pessimist when it comes to football, I’d never been more certain that we were going to win a game: we were playing a team from Munich and it would have been Sir Matt Busby’s 90th birthday. It was written in the stars.
Then we watched Bayern’s goal go in after six minutes. And we realised that, yet again, United were going to let us down and we were never going to see them win this trophy as long as we lived. But that season there was this belief: “It doesn’t matter what happens, you’re going to have to kill us to stop us.”
Towards the end of the game, Bob turned to me and asked how much longer there was to go. I remember saying that there were three minutes left. And I am not a religious person at all, but at that point I looked up to the stars and said, to whoever might have been listening, “I won’t ask for anything ever again, just please let us score.” And it was incredible: no sooner had I said that than we won a corner – and the rest, as they say, is history. When the second goal went in and pandemonium ensued, all I kept saying is, “I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it.” In fact, a lot of people didn’t celebrate for just that reason. It was too much.
That said, what happened to Bob was just bizarre. Even though we’d consciously only had four beers all day – we wanted to be able to remember everything – he projectile vomited. Everywhere. Just the most ridiculous two minutes of football in my whole life.
We were still in the stadium two-and-a-half hours after the final whistle; nobody wanted to go. We spent the whole of that night, and the next day, on Las Ramblas. We even missed two flights home – and ended up, somehow, flying back from Zaragoza.
It was me and my mate Bob who got tickets to the game. Even as a born pessimist when it comes to football, I’d never been more certain that we were going to win a game: we were playing a team from Munich and it would have been Sir Matt Busby’s 90th birthday. It was written in the stars.
Then we watched Bayern’s goal go in after six minutes. And we realised that, yet again, United were going to let us down and we were never going to see them win this trophy as long as we lived. But that season there was this belief: “It doesn’t matter what happens, you’re going to have to kill us to stop us.”
It was me and my mate Bob who got tickets to the game. Even as a born pessimist when it comes to football, I’d never been more certain that we were going to win a game: we were playing a team from Munich and it would have been Sir Matt Busby’s 90th birthday. It was written in the stars.
Then we watched Bayern’s goal go in after six minutes. And we realised that, yet again, United were going to let us down and we were never going to see them win this trophy as long as we lived. But that season there was this belief: “It doesn’t matter what happens, you’re going to have to kill us to stop us.”
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It was me and my mate Bob who got tickets to the game. Even as a born pessimist when it comes to football, I’d never been more certain that we were going to win a game: we were playing a team from Munich and it would have been Sir Matt Busby’s 90th birthday. It was written in the stars.
Then we watched Bayern’s goal go in after six minutes. And we realised that, yet again, United were going to let us down and we were never going to see them win this trophy as long as we lived. But that season there was this belief: “It doesn’t matter what happens, you’re going to have to kill us to stop us.”
Towards the end of the game, Bob turned to me and asked how much longer there was to go. I remember saying that there were three minutes left. And I am not a religious person at all, but at that point I looked up to the stars and said, to whoever might have been listening, “I won’t ask for anything ever again, just please let us score.” And it was incredible: no sooner had I said that than we won a corner – and the rest, as they say, is history. When the second goal went in and pandemonium ensued, all I kept saying is, “I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it.” In fact, a lot of people didn’t celebrate for just that reason. It was too much.
That said, what happened to Bob was just bizarre. Even though we’d consciously only had four beers all day – we wanted to be able to remember everything – he projectile vomited. Everywhere. Just the most ridiculous two minutes of football in my whole life.
We were still in the stadium two-and-a-half hours after the final whistle; nobody wanted to go. We spent the whole of that night, and the next day, on Las Ramblas. We even missed two flights home – and ended up, somehow, flying back from Zaragoza.
It was me and my mate Bob who got tickets to the game. Even as a born pessimist when it comes to football, I’d never been more certain that we were going to win a game: we were playing a team from Munich and it would have been Sir Matt Busby’s 90th birthday. It was written in the stars.
Then we watched Bayern’s goal go in after six minutes. And we realised that, yet again, United were going to let us down and we were never going to see them win this trophy as long as we lived. But that season there was this belief: “It doesn’t matter what happens, you’re going to have to kill us to stop us.”
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