Here is a collumn from one reporter,i had a bit of time so I translated it manually.....sorry for grammar errors
Rain,grey sky and lonely walls of maximir giant(stadium) have guested the "zagreb enemys No 1". Just for "Some Dinamo" Englishman have went to the other part of europe; and they need to play?! Arsene Wenger stood on the pitch with a smile; he doesn't understands,but he's forgiven; he doesn't understands what kind of hell awaits him tomorrow,blue hell......
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You're the strongest possible opponent,great team" said with compliments a coach who left the half of his team in London...so that poor fellas wouldn't catch a cold in zagreb's +28c. He took a look on stadioum,walked across the pitch and went to hotel so he could think of "motivating speech" before dinner....if they have one,here in Croatia. English enclave already snoores in rooms of hotel; tomorrow a win and lightning comeback to civilization.
And us? Thats another farrytale. European farrytale. And impossible one. Yea right. We waited for them long enough,too long to be afraid of them. What a chance,to enter trough one great club right into their home(CL).place where the beggers like us are wanted "just like plague in 16th century". And just cuz of that,in all that cocky and expensive community...to bang trough main door,where it hurts the most. Just to see the looks on their faces. Dinamo Zagreb in Champions Leauge....it sounds soooo good. And that's the only way. Without hesitation,shaking....right direct to the head. And let it be. Do not let them breathe,bite em in the neck till the 1st minute i go for the fcking goal. And one more. And one more....
Europe is laughing at us,our football is pinned up to the wall of shame and we,balkan fools...dream of goal,two,five to Arsenal. Arsenal man. But...isn't that a hell of a feeling? The stadioum goes wild,you're in extasy,englishman on their knees...hell on stadioum. And we don't care,we are fools but fools with a chance. And fools with hope. And if we get filled up by them here,we'll kick their ass in London. If we enter with a fear,cowardly pinned down in our half of the pitch...we don't stand the chance,they'll eat us.
Anyways,catastrophe is treathing. It is possible. Another kickdown from football map. Nevermind,we got used to it,we'll survive another punch to the ribs,throwing in the same basket with Malta,Faroe Islands and Andorra. We'll risk all the insults,laughing just to show them that it isn't impossible. That it isn't impossible to laugh at great Arsenal and smack him in the face in middle of London. Imortal.
Even so...we know where we are stronger,far stronger. Whether you want it or not...it carries you away,adrenaline. You put your head where other wouldn't put their foot,the "god's sound" of 40.000 people which is very rare to see. Game of the life,game for fans,game for players. And when you hear that "god's sound" and when the stadium shakes...go for that victory,victory for the nicest european farrytale. We are dreaming....you dare