It was raining. It had been for most of the day in Lisbon that Friday. The evening I had been eagerly awaiting for had finally come. It was time for the big “Clássico” between Benfica and FC Porto. I arrived at the stadium only to learn I had missed the opening flight of eagle Vitória, Benfica’s living symbol.
I got to be honest with you. I am a Benfica supporter and associate and have been such, like many others, since I was born. This unexplainable passion that makes me burst into tears when the club’s anthem echoes in the voices of thousands of supporters like me was passed on by my Dad, who was once more there with me to attend another home game. Being such a loyal supporter doesn’t make me totally blind or partial to my preferred colours, though.
Let me tell you how this game was from another angle. This is the story of how it feels inside the “Clássico”.