So, most infuriating experience of seeing us lift the 6th: Not ditching my family holiday to fly to Madrid, not sitting on a runway in Tenerife for two hours on Saturday morning waiting for fog to clear and praying the flight would not be cancelled, etc. No. It was managing to blag a ticket outside the ground (amazing luck), finding that it was sat with the corporate hospitality b******s just a few yards from our end and seeing thousands of the c***ing "UEFA family" not give two s***s about the game. Sat there talking about the weather, the city, etc., taking selfies, going to get pizza's - all whilst the game is going on. I kept my cool until the Heineken competition winner from South Africa sat next to me (in a f***ing Barca shirt!) asks me "This Tottingham Hotspurs.... Are they located close to Madrid?". f***ing hell. It's still annoying me, 6 days later.