On the day of the match, the sky over Barcelona was exceptionally blue, with the sunshine pouring unreservedly over the city brimming with artistic atmosphere.
Even as night fell, the blue sky lingered like a child reluctant to go home.
The Camp Nou was already enveloped in an atmosphere as passionate as fire.
The streets and alleys of Barcelona were submerged in a wave of red and blue, with fans dressed in red and blue striped shirts flooding towards Camp Nou in groups of three or five.
The air was filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation on this Champions League night;
This feeling acted like a catalyst, making every fan present feel their blood boiling.
A grey-haired old fan, leaning on a cane, walked towards the ticket gate of Camp Nou with his son supporting him.
The ticketing staff saw him and, surprised, said, "Old Victor, you're here! It's the first time I've seen you this season, welcome back."
