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Originally posted by Mike View PostBest night of my life so far
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"that is my opinion and that is more important than what anyone else has to say about it" - Mr A.Fergusson, Oct 2011Comment
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"Its not about the long ball or the short ball, its about the right ball." Bob PaisleyComment
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I completely ****ed up and booked to go to Spain to visit the inlaws between about May 21st-31st. I booked it way back in January or something. Whenever it was we were out of the FA Cup (Djimi, Burnley) and that was my cue to book it. It didn't even occur to me we might reach the final of the CL. It simply wasn't on the agenda.
After the wild post-Chelsea celebrations it suddenly dawned on me and I felt sick. The in-laws live in just about the most rural, remote area of Spain. There's one bar in the village and it was suggested I watched it there, or at the house with the in-laws - who don't like football. The FIL is a Brummie and pretends be a Villa fan but it's all pretend. As great a bloke as he is, watching any old game with him is irritating. So this simply wasn't an option.
I looked into flying from Spain to Istanbul and back to Spain to resume the holiday, but the flight prices involving going in/out of Istanbul were preposterous. IIRC I was looking at about three grand. My only realistic option was to cut short my holiday, leave the wife in Spain and fly back to Liverpool. So I did that.
I flew in the day before the game, got into Liverpool at about 9pm, came back to Manchester, and about 12 hours later I was in Liverpool again. We got into a pub at 12pm and sat there drinking all day. I recall the pub being chocker by about 4pm. We had front row seats. It was carnage.
I vividly recall being at the bar at half-time and a fella asked me "what score would you take now?" and I said 5-0. Five ****ing nil! I thought it could end up seven or eight and I was terrified of total humiliation.
Don't need to say much about the 2nd half. I do remember after the 2nd a bouncer type fella got up on the small stage in front of the screen to frantically plead with everyone to "calm down". While he was up there Gerrard went down under Gattuso's challenge and it was ****ing mayhem. Absolute mayhem. Bodies everywhere. It went ballistic of course.
The day/night was incredible. The best day of my life outside of having my first (and thus far only) child and getting married. We wandered around Concert Square, Bold Street, Slater Street etc, hugging everyone in sight, drinking copious amounts, climbing on things. The whole thing was magically surreal.Thanks very much for being ‘This Mornings’ Farmer’Comment
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I was in the same situation with Spain - i'd booked the holiday in about October 2004, no inclination of us getting to the final.
Same here, i also looked into flights from Spain to Istanbul and was quoted thousands
So i ditched that idea but i didnt fly back to the UK, just found a Scouse run bar about 5 mins from our apartment and watched it there.
I remember i got there early to get a seat and also because i was gonna have dinner there too. I ordered my food and the woman asked what i wanted to drink, so i just said a Coke or something - i dont like getting pissed watching the football cos i want to be able to pay attention and know what's happening on the pitch, which i dont if i get pissed. So i explained this to her and got my Coke.
At half time, she came round collecting glasses and 'jokingly' went to me "Least you can have a beer now, eh?". I wanted to shoot her, right there and then
At the end of the night, i made up for the lack of drinking during the match
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hey ho - why not remember some fun times
I had planned well ahead and booked both the wednesday and thursday off work in anticpation.
I got into liverpool about 12pm with a few mates, we headed straight to concert square, which was just starting to get lively with around 100 or so people there singing and chanting great atmosphere - it was pretty mental really, at the start there was people walking along doing their shopping or going to work, looking at this bizarre crowd of reds singing their hearts out already
by about 3pm, drunk, the place was heaving - busy than concert square is on a busy saturday night - it was bouncing, singing, cheering, everyone together just loving it - it was red hot too iirc. Everyone was just chatting away to anyone around them, talking about the game, nerves, where you from etc
by 5pm it was ****ing chaos and I had noticied that some of the bars on concert square had slowly started to have queues outside, not too big though, so we decided to dive into walkabout as it was the biggest bar, with the smallest queue. I later head from mates/people coming in after us that they had tried to queue up literally 5 mins after us and they got stuck there for 2 hours and almost right until kick off before they started letting people in - so we were made up that we timed it right and made the right decision to get in somewhere a bit earlier rather than stay out in the square soaking up the atmosphere.,
That said - inside was booming - we headed straight upstairs to bar - where i made the best decision of the night - I bought 30 bottles of becks no joke. The place was ****ing heaving, it was a night mare to get near the bar - so i bought as much as i could in one go for me and a two mates to see us through the night - whilst at the bar, my mates got a good spec, middle of the atmosphere, good few of tv, with a table we could store the bottles on and also bloke off from anyone hoping to nick any.
The match was mental - heartbreak, despair in the first half - sat slumped on the floor at half time - one lairy cunt was bouncing round screaming we are LFC, we can do this, come on..........I wanted to punch that cunt so ****ing much.......i contemplated leaving and going somewhere to cry - but the crowd was too much to attempt to get through, and i had paid for all those beers earlier
then the 2nd half, hope followed by belief, followed by ecstasy - i found the lair bug cunt i wanted to **** from before and jumped on telling him i ****ing loved him
Afterwards, concert was mental - i got a fone call from my old man who was trying to find me, he had been in another bar with me ma and had bought me a bottle of champagne for me and my mates so i met him and then we stood in the street all together downing the champers.
In all my years I have never seen liverpool like it.........probably not only as busy i have seen it, but also bouncing n one big celebration and party - people i never seen or spken to since, and on a normal night out when everyone stays in their own groups, had just become one big family.i own everton fans on the internet....that's what i doComment
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Once a European Champion ALWAYS a European Champion!!!
We won the one we should have lost and lost the one we should have won against ACComment
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One of my clearest memories of the night is when they showed the scoreboard at 3-3, with the names of the goalscorers underneath it & for the life of me I couldnt understand why Alonso didnt have a (p) next to it. It took me about half a day to work it out too.3rd place. Worst champions ever.
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I'm surprised the Milanese didn't blow steam about us getting YNWA played at half time! Mind you, I did hear a puny rendition of 'Forza Milan' before the gameOriginally posted by kev776 View Post
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Josemi.. was he not a hairdresser, or did i make that up ? surely we didn't win the Champions league with a hairdresser in the side...
what a night that was, what an experience... the sheer craziness of it all...the lowest of the low...the emotional weight that got heavier and heavier as the first half went on, oh the embarassment, the shame... then all of a sudden a little chink of light was handed to us by Stevie...the rest, as they say, is history. un.beliveable.
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I travelled to Istanbul the day before from John Lennon Airport. Amazing atmosphere from there on. Stunned as the first Milan goal went in and devastated as the next two were scored. Half time was just fantastic - the YNWA and the chants of "4-3, we're gonna win 4-3" I think I hugged most people in the stadium as the 3 Liverpool goals went in. Nail biting finish with the heartstopping Dudek save from Shevchenko. Penalties were unbelievable. For a split second, I though Shevchenko had scored his penalty - but the roars and screaming sorted that one out.
The chaos at the airport at 3am was bizarre. Flights being called but the doors to the airport locked. Then when they did open, it was a free for all. Just get in a queue and find any old plane that was headed back to Liverpool.
I wanted to go to see "One Night In Istanbul" tonight in Liverpool. I'm certain it will be a great evening.
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It was the experience of a lifetime. Arriving at Speke airport and seeing so many red shirts, fans unfurling banners for everyone else to read and laugh at and waiting to board the plane and get my hands on the match tickets for me and my son.
The journey to the stadium, that was in the middle of nowhere, seemed to take forever. The locals standing along the road side and hills watching the cavalcade of coaches, taxis and cars looked like totally bemused. Our coach approached the queue of traffic as the road changed to the dual carriageway leading up to the stadium in the distance. It looked like we would be sitting there for some time as the traffic ahead was solid, until our driver took matters into his own hands and crossed to the opposite side of the road and sped towards the oncoming traffic! Everyone started cheering and banging the coach windows at everyone stuck on the other side of the road.
The match started and as we all know the first half was a disaster, I remember thinking how all the blue noses and mancs would be laughing at us and saying we didn't deserve to be there. Worse still was the thought it might be 5 or 6 nil and we were staying in Istanbul that night and would have to walk around the next day watching the Milan fans celebrating.
Then at halftime someone amongst the fans, some arguing, some shouting encouragement, started singing YNWA. Everyone got to their feet and roared their defiance by singing the best version of our famous song that I've ever heard. The hairs on my neck standing, eyes welling up, it felt like no matter what happened next we are Liverpool and we stand together.
Then the comeback and the disbelief as Milan folded in those six crazy minutes. But as the game continued without that precious fourth goal the fear started to rise that after we had dragged ourselves back into the game we might concede another goal and not recover a second time. When Shevcenko seemed certain to score I only expected to see a billowing net as the ball hit it, I actually looked all around wondering where the ball had gone to! The very best of Jerzy Dudek.
When it came to the penalties I was chanting "Make us dream" to myself as each of our players strolled towards the spot. Then "Miss, Miss, Miss" at each of the Milan players. Then the celebrations, what a night, my only regret was not getting back to Liverpool for the homecoming.
Sorry it's a bit lengthy!Comment
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