OK, so it wasn't a classic match by any means, but my experience of the biggest match in the domestic calendar was pretty incredible. Here's a picture I took from my seat in the second row, close enough to hear The Special One's every barked command, and almost close enough to hear him think "I could get used to this Bernabeu touchline." In the first half, Arjen Robben charged up and down the wing in front of us, and only from that kind of distance can one truly appreciate just how easily he goes down.
Oh, and that shock of dark hair in the bottom right of the picture belongs to the man sitting in the seat in front of me. Luis frickin' Figo.
More snaps after the jump...
Here's what the credit card-style match ticket looked like set to a backdrop of the insanely opulent Heineken Champions Village. Note the hilarious use of the word "Vomitory". Those crazy Spanish and their language that's different to ours...
The noise and atmosphere at the game was beyond anything I'd experienced at a game before, particularly before the
slightly dull game kicked off. The Bayern fans were in full voice, but special credit has to be paid to the Nerazzurri, whose roar couldn't be matched. For fans used to the muted thrill of Serie A, they sure know how to make a racket.
Inter receiving the icing on the cake of a very successful season. To their immense credit, The Bayern fans stayed in the stadium long after the trophy presentation.
DT reporter meets Dutch legend Marco van Basten, who spoke to guests at a sexy after party that carried on until beyond sunrise. From his startled facial expression it looks like I'm stroking his derriere, but I can assure you I'm not. OK, maybe I was a little, but thankfully not enough to get thrown out.
Finally, here's Dietmar Hamann, who was covering the match for British TV along with Andy Townsend. The German was happy to chat to random drunk English journalists, and like most others I spoke to, he found the result "predictable". The greatest thing about this photo is that it was taken by Les Ferdinand, who is possibly the nicest person in the world. I'd definitely vote to elect him for Ruler of the Universe if the situation ever arose.
Right, that's quite enough showing off for one post, I've got a plane to catch. I thank Heineken for laying on such an incredible junket, and whip-cracking DT overlord Brooks for letting me share it with you. I'll be back in the coming weeks to say unfunny and inaccurate things about World Cup 2010. Adios!