The 8-2 was humiliating, but I knew we were in for a drubbing that day so it had nowhere near the emotional impact the CL final had on me.
The CL final was way worse for me for these reasons - Thierry looked so fired up and I felt he would win it for us. Then, the ref fucked us over by not letting play go on; us being 1-0 down, but with Jens still on the pitch, wouldn't have been enough to be overcome by that Barcelona side. Sol's thunderous header made me believe again, and the longer we held on my belief grew stronger. Finally, just to rub it in, the second crucial mistake where the ref failed to see the offside which directly led to Barcelona's goal. I hate that ref with a passion, and I still wouldn't be sad to see the fucker nailed to a cross.
Together, all that left me totally drained emotionally, and I was gutted for a long, long time. I felt so strongly that it was FINALLY our day to shine, and then we were absolutely robbed. It still pisses me off to this day. I haven't watched the game again and I never will. The only part I have ever re-watched was to confirm that it was indeed offside, and I did that the next day. Whenever they show clips from the game I look away. I absolutely cannot bear to see it, and I don't really need to either because, unfortunately, I still remember most of that game vividly.
