Well, what is there to say? Fuck me, that was the best night ever. A bazillion Liverpool fans wondering what had happened at half time, then coming back for 3-0 down to win it. Just insane Roy of the Rovers stuff. My throat is hoarse from shouting and singing. My feet are knackered, but my heart is pounding big and red, emotionally drained, wandering around Istanbul (which, incidentally, is a brilliant city), moments from the game coming back. Champions League! You’re ‘avin’ a laugh!