Rome. The city of Gods, the eternal city. The Champions' League final - a fitting event for a divine venue. So, it would only be appropriate that the best be allowed to compete on such a stage. And so, the best they were. The champions of England and the champions of Spain. The foremost teams from the two best football leagues in the world: the Premier League and the Primera Liga. On a night when the Gods themselves seemed to be spectating it would have been a shame to not give one's all and everything, to buckle under pressure, to lean back and try to weather away the opponents blows. However, that is exactly what Manchester United FC did and so invited the wrath of the Gods of fortune.
Football can be played successfully in two ways: efficiently and beautifully. But who said that there can't be a third way by combining both these attributes? There can and there is. FC Barcelona proved just so. It had been a rising notion that England's Premier League was the best league in the world, and this was only cemented by the all-English final of last year and perhaps this notion would have been well and truly cemented as a fact had the same two teams from last year met again this year, in Rome. But it was not to be so. The Gods were tired of this inhumane method of completing tasks efficiently. After all, God created humans because they wanted to observe the beauty which sets them apart from other living forms on this earth. And so, the team which had once again shown Europe the beauty that is the game of football, struck their first shot on target in 90 minutes right at the last, but did so successfully. Thus was paved the path to Rome. The Catalonians were back in Rome, Catalonia having been a part of the Roman Empire before. The champions of England stood before them and the ultimate prize in European club football. Oddly enough, the opponents were called the Red Devils, as if waiting to be slayed by the team weaved by Gods.
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