The Miracle At The Nou Camp

When Torres’ goal hit the back of the net, I literally held my head in my hands in stunned and silent disbelief before going absolutely mental – joyous screaming and punching the air with utter, uncontrollable abandonment; as I was in amongst the Barca fans one would say that this was not too wise, but this was an achievement of monumental proportions, and logic and wisdom often take a back seat in scenarios  such as these.

The Catalans, used as they are, to watching bewitching football, can rarely have witnessed such high drama.

There had been much talk prior to the game from the locals of them being worried about Chelsea, yet as I took my seat amongst them they all seemed comfortably confident.

But I too had felt an inexplicable confidence which I kept to myself as I felt that should I speak of it out loud, the spell would be broken.

My resolve and nerve held when Cahill came off injured, and even when they took the lead. And extraordinarily, a kind of calm befell me when Terry saw red as I realised then that this game had a predestined path to follow – that, just somehow made the belief stronger.

But their second goal broke my spell – I simply could not believe it – I had thought that Munich was our destiny – this was not the way that this was meant to go…..

And then Ramires scored.

This was the point where I abandoned all pretence of being a neutral – as that sublime chip stunned the crowd into silence the many Chelsea fans concealed around the home support, revealed themselves – belief marched by our side once again.

The Messi miss just confirmed what I knew – that this was OUR night – that this was somehow just meant to be. The Chelsea team, sporting “Real Madrid white”, fought with an iron-will that screamed `we will not be beaten` – again and again they blocked everything thrown at them. The onslaught was relentless, yet they continued to block and absorb – they made no apology for their tactics and nor should they as this was a match played as much in the mind as on the pitch.

These Chelsea players were heroes – each and every one of them as this was a test of the strength of character of the team – individuals may make mistakes but the team would compensate and so it played out.

As the minutes counted down I was literally shaking – terrified and exhilirated at the same time.

When Torres broke free my whole world went into slow motion – and everything around me blurred until all I could see was the Spaniard marauding up the pitch and all I could hear was a rushing in my ears. As he rounded the keeper, my breath caught in my throat just for a second and then….. utter pandemonium.

When the final whistle went, I realised that there were tears rolling down my face – relief, joy, raw emotion – all of those things – we had defied the odds – we had put the mighty Barcelona to the sword. The history books will show that over two legs we beat the team credited to being the best in the world – not possession, or chances or fouls or any other irrelevant stat.

The 5,000 Chelsea fans priviliged to have witnessed the miracle at the Nou Camp will remember it for the rest of their lives – these games come few and far between & pass almost into folk-lore. This was about confounding the critics – actually sticking two fingers up to them and laying a few myths to bed at the same time.

This was a tale of the determination of the human spirit – a demonstration that anything is possible if the mind-set is right no matter what obstacles are thrown in your way. I said last week that we could be heroes – all that is needed now is that one step beyond… Munich!

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10 thoughts on “The Miracle At The Nou Camp

  • That just about sums it up, Trizia. I watched it on British Forces TV in Tel Aviv (don’t ask – it’s a public holiday here so all Israeli sports channels were shut down) with a few others, half Chelsea, half Barca. I can’t remember a game with so many twists & turns of fortune. Edge of the seat stuff, evoking every possible emotion from depression to elation. What a performance by Chelsea, though, in their pseudo-Real kit! Bring on Bayern in the final. UTC!

  • John Drewitt

    Good stuff.
    Just back…still buzzing…an incredible experience

  • Yousif Al-Marri

    It’s almost as though I could’ve written this article myself, except I wasn’t at the Nou Camp and I was listening to the live commentary on as my satellite was on the blink. I just wanted the ref to blow the whistle at 2-1 and then Torres scored! Pat Nevin was too choked up to talk! Great game…

  • Dorren06

    I watched live from my screen in my sitting room via #Supersport and as a lady i lost my voice & tears were flowing like water from my eyes. When i saw Ramires goal, i could not believe it. when Messi missed the Penalty, i knew that God was with us. Then Torres goal broke my spirit and i was screaming & rolling on the floor. i feel so proud being a #Chelsea Fan yesterday, today, tomorrow & forever. #OneLove #CFC

  • A half a billion pound team and you played like Rangers.

    I suppose it shows what you are like as a person if you continue to support a club after an OLIGARCH takes over. That’s right, a man who has bank rolled Chelsea using the Russian public’s money.

    Oh sorry, those mercenaries who were playing for Oligarch FC were heroes. My mistake.

    • Blue Baby

      Jack – why are you posting on a Chelsea blog?

  • Blue Baby

    Lovely piece of writing Trizia. I had longed to be there myself but have very few days off left and needed to hang on to them just in case we made it to Munich. I’m glad that you, and all our other fans, had such a fantastic and memorable trip.

  • Great piece Trizia, you nailed it.

    I was up there with the 5,000 Chelsea fans, and THAT moment, I will never ever forget for the rest of my life.

    When Torres received the ball, the Chelsea fans had been desperately chanting “Chelsea Chelsea Chelsea” to keep the boys going, to keep them defending heroically (just like it was at Stamford Bridge). Even though I can only presume no one could hear us all the way down there.
    At this point half of my flag was in my mouth I was so nervous.

    As we realised what a golden chance this is for Torres, we pretty much all fell silent, were holding on to each other, and as you say, it all went into slow motion. I think most of us waited till the ball had definitely hit the back of the net, and then obviously went mental. Well, more than mental, but you know.

    When the final whistle went I think many of us found a tear running down our face.

  • Farnborough Blue

    Sums it up nicely. Just one question, why weren’t you in away section?

  • Lizzes brother

    Perfect prose Triz….summed up my night perfectly….couldn’t have put it better.

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