So arguably the biggest game of our history, a chance to immortalise their selves in legendary status, a chance to show the world they're not pretenders, a chance to give us fans something credible to finally cheer about.
27 seconds in and we've conceded a penalty. Sissoko flapping like Lloris at a corner, weak maybe but still there's the same errors.
Trippier sleeping allowing Mané to get in behind, our shape all over the place, Sissoko rushing to rescue his full back and not being the most intelligent of players has his arm over his head. The penalty is taken a poor...
What are we all but a collection of memories and experiences? We all go on different journeys, we all see the world through our own eyes and make sense of it in our own way – shaped by previous experiences and the emotions we felt at those times.
And supporting a football team is no different. As a collective we’re shaped by the same narrative, but the relationship we have with our football clubs is deeply personal. Certain moments – like Gazza’s free kick, Ricky Villa’s dribble or, more recently, the Lucas Moura winner at Ajax – those moments are etched into the fabric...
At half time it was a lost cause. The Ajax fans were in party mode – soaking up every moment of a memorable night in which their fine young team were marching towards the biggest match in European club football at our expense. All of that hope and excitement, which had been building throughout our extraordinary Champions League campaign, had been ruthlessly extinguished by this highly talented Ajax team. Over the course of the first 135 minutes of the tie, Ajax had played the perfect game. They had navigated their way through the tie with minimal drama and were...
After an amazing European night last night with Liverpool pulling off one of the greatest come backs ever , it's now our turn.
Can we succeed in 'Dam?
One of if not the biggest games in our history , top 4 all but sewn up one could go as far to say it's now or never for us with how things have shaped up.
Pool who were without key players last night turned in a performance of grit and determination, there was no skulking about, no excuses, no shell shocks, no passive starts etc.
This from a side without their key men and a 0-3 aggregate to overcome against...
And somehow we’re still alive. I’m exhausted. Shattered. I’m an emotional mess. And it is exactly for nights like these that we do it to ourselves. We put ourselves through the wringer for these moments. We might not be able to put it in a trophy cabinet (yet), but it’s the raw emotion of nights like these, the unforgettable memories that we create together, that’s the unwritten contract we write with our clubs. That is truly what being a football supporter is about. The feeling of utter emptiness and despair contrasted with moments of sheer elation. This game – in...
