just back from seville - the best trip of my life. words cannot describe
just how good it was. i watched the game in the park just outside the
stadium with about 20,000 crammed in. the celebrations after henrik's
first goal will live with me forever. happiness beyond belief.
i was devastated at the end and was fighting the tears. walked back into
town over some bridge at the river. the bridge was a sea of green and
white, all singing and waving scarves. the traffic was brought to a
standstill and the locals were in awe of us. they must have thought we had
won. when i got to the end of the bridge i stopped and looked back. i had
a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. i've never been prouder to be a
celtic supporter. the partying after the game was quite subdued compared
to during the day. understandable though. but it went on all night. i got
back to my hotel at 7am and was up at 9am for my flight home. lager for
breakfast. i was still pissed when i got onto the plane and was just
sobering up when i got back to glasgow.
the team and the fans did us proud in seville. there's no others like us.
paolo