I have a confession to make. I have been down ever since Barcelona’s brilliant comeback against Paris Saint-Germain in the Champions League on Wednesday. And it’s probably not what you think.
I’m just not in a very good mood. I haven’t slept properly and I am not feeling sociable. Ever since Wednesday night, I have been strangely subdued. Why? Because I missed out on perhaps the greatest comeback in the history of football – and it has left me feeling frustrated.
I watched the match on television, like many millions of others. And when Neymar scored from the penalty spot to make it 5-5 on aggregate, I was on my feet in the bar close to my flat in Madrid.
Then Sergi Roberto scored to complete a historic turnaround. It was an incredible moment and I enjoyed it as much as football fans everywhere else. But after writing my article, I suddenly felt flat. I should have been there.
So why wasn’t I? Two of my colleagues covered the game and I would have had to find another way to secure accreditation. But I could have and I should have.
Since then, every time I go on social media, I see the pictures and the videos, the posts from friends that were there. And I’m happy for them, I really am. But I can hardly bare to look at them.
I am lucky, of course. I have a job I enjoy a great deal and I have been to some epic games over the years. Two World Cup finals, Germany’s 7-1 win over Brazil, the last three Champions League finals, the Copa América in Chile, Euro 2016, Clásico clashes and many more. But this would have been up there with any of them – maybe even at the top of the list.
The Camp Nou is a special stadium and it is the one I have been to more than any other after living for eight years in Barcelona. But Wednesday was one of the greatest nights in its history.
There’s nothing I can do about it. I could go next time, and I could keep going for the next 50 years – but there may never be another comeback like that one. I missed out on that amazing experience – and it’s something I’ll always regret.