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Exactly 12 years ago today, two English giants treated the world of football to a spectacle. Defying the rains of the night to fight for a worthy reign on the summit of European football, the Blues saw Red as the Devils reined in on those green lush grasses. #thread
Slips, Slaps, Sobs and Stops were the highlights of the night at the Luzhniki Stadium. On a day when a heavy downpour graced a titanic clash, emotions also poured in torrents. Tears grew divides as some cried for boundless joy while others weeped over deep sorrow.
The attention of the world of football was all on the Easternmost final yet. It was a game of the most little details. One of fine margins. There wouldn’t have been a worthy loser but a deserving winner emerged. When quality is on parade, neutrals are the biggest winners.
Not one to be quickly forgotten. In both lineups, you wouldn’t find a single boy. Those who were boys from looks were men at heart. The looks on their faces suggested war, and war it was.
They had both won some feisty battles before the final. It had set them in a perfect mood for the grander stage. If there were preambles before wars, then their semifinal clashes won’t make for one, because they were actual wars.
Rising above the world. It was the year Ronaldo won his first World Footballer of the Year Award. Seeing such leaps makes one wonder what some bones were made of. Springs? Ronaldo never springs a surprise. He is surprise!
Frank response! Lampard showed Chelsea were not in Moscow to just get some Brownies. They were there for business and their equalizer shortly before the break was the perfect oil to keep the engines of adversity rolling on the night.
Adrenaline pump saw unlike poles attract again. A blue saw red.
A stop from the spot! The grandest got buried in pressure, just after rising above the world. Such a game!
One slip too costly! It was going to be decisive, but the ground had other plans. When the General slips, other soldiers fear for the worst. That night was a theatre of nightmares for Terry, the perfect dream for Manchester United.
Van Der Sar stole the show right under their noses. He made a difference from the skin of his teeth. Unseen, or seen, those were some memorable scenes in Russia.
A race to glory. All that mattered next was the song of victory. Everything had worked in their favour. Slaps, Slips and stops.
The two divides of waterlogged eyes on a ‘water-flogged’ pitch. Such moments!
Emotions in motion. Sized sighs of relief. Jubilations, celebration and what ifs.
Not less worthy of being champions on a night that could have had two winners, if there was the slightest chance. A night of devilish dreams, and bluish bruises.
