It was me and it was incredible and weird at the same time. On Friday and Saturday one wouldn't even know that Portugal will play the final. Nothing in the streets suggested that. Even on match day, on Sunday, it wasn't what I expected. Yeah, Portuguesse flags on every window, but nothing on people's faces. But during the match it felt like I was in another place all of a sudden. I watched it on the main square (the wind in Lisbon is unreal) and never in my life have I experienced and felt so many emotions per square meter. People were crying just like that, in minute 35 or 75. After the final whistle we hugged with like 100 people on the way to the hotel. I left in the morning for Malaga, but yesterday I heard that they are still celebrating like mad in Portugal. The Spaniards here are saying that winning in France, against France is apparently much much bigger deal for Portugal than winning per se.