Mogaji Mustapha Olakunle

I just can’t stop watching the 2005 Champions League final between my dear club Liverpool and Serie A giants AC Milan. 

At half-time I was hoping that Liverpool would score a goal or two to reduce the 3-0 deficit. Then I went to have my haircut and when I got back, with 69 minutes gone, I was just too happy to see that Liverpool had scored three goals to draw level. 

Not much happened afterwards, because I was already in a dream, until the penalty shoot-out when we finally conquered the giants 3-2. The memory lives on.