Well, it happened. But, sadly, my team lost. Not only did it loose, but it was absolutely defeated by Real Madrid. It doesn’t happen often, so I guess I was just unlucky.
Anyhow, the curious thing about it is that I enjoyed my “goal” more right before it started than when it actually began. I mean that the minutes right before the match, being there, watching the players prepare… it was all extremely exciting.
After that, once the match started, I felt actually no much difference with any other match that I’ve seen there. Actually it was somehow worse, since we were playing so bad.
But, let me tell you, I’m extremely happy to have done it. I mean, even if they lost, even if my feelings during the match were not “happy feelings”. I’m so happy to have been there, to have been invited by a friend who thought he could make me the happiest man on earth, to see all the supporters getting in, to hear people screaming, chanting and releasing all the anger, right there, right then.
Such a powerful experience. Now, I have a new goal. To attend a Barça-Madrid match and that Barça wins! :D