The Yellow Submarinewon at Barcelona to seal fifth place and vindication for a manager they sacked nine years ago
Villarreal had given everything all season when with one game left the roof fell in on them, but not like that. It had been 10 long, hard months of ?solidarity and commitment ? methodology, work, honesty and dedication,? their manager said, yet this was no late lament, all that for nothing; instead, this was reward and release, ?time to enjoy it?, to let go, so they did. Outside at Montju?c, Barcelona had begun their party, even 2025?s first league defeat and killjoy keeper Wojciech Szczesny saving an outrageous overhead kick from his own son not spoiling the fun; inside the dressing room, the club from the small town 200 miles south had begun theirs too, and nothing could ruin this either. Someone put La Morocha on and the players were bouncing about, drumming the rhythm on the ceiling when, in another triumph for cheap construction, the first beam came down. Captain Juan Foyth, looking like a kid who?d put a football through the neighbour?s window, raised his arm to protect his teammates, quietly laid it to one side, and they carried on.
The track was changed, Handel now, and they lined up. Some tipped their heads back, gazing at the ceiling they had broken. Others put hands on hearts. Most laughed. All of them scatted and sang, at least the word they knew: maybe not die meister, maybe not die besten or les grandes ?quipes, and definitely not eine grosse sportliche veranstaltung, but certainly the champions. The flag they carried read ?the village wants the Champions League? and now they had it. Villarreal, the team from the place whose population could fit into Montju?c, had come to Catalonia, handed the newly crowned champions a guard of honour and then beaten them 3-2, helped by their hangovers, to secure fifth and a return to Europe?s biggest competition with a week to spare. The season, Santi Comesa?a said, had been ?almost perfect?.
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