I was watching the final in the dead of night yesterday,I must say it was probably the most emotional non-Juve match I've ever witnessed.I really wanted Milan to win this one so so badly,at the end of the first half I was delirious with joy and actually contemplated going back to sleep-how in the world was Liverpool going to avoid making bigger fools of themselves in the second half with Milan playing like that,much less stage a comeback against a 3 goal lead?
I was close to tears when Gattuso fouled for the penalty,really I was.It was unthinkable how they could be on level terms just like that; when the final whistle was blown I was still in denial over the fact that there was going to be extra time.
The first few penalties were heartstopping,but just when there seemed to be a flicker of hope Sheva stepped up.At that moment I knew he was going to miss it,for some reason.It fit the scenario perfectly.Liverpool were the heroes,beating the overconfident Italians after Milan went into the break three goals to the good.Having their talismanic Ballon D'Or winner miss the penalty under would be the final nail in the coffin.Salt into the wound.Insult to injury.
I have sworn off reading the papers or visiting any football websites for the next two weeks; seeing Gerrard lift the trophy once was painful enough.