That was one of the saddest days of my virtual life.
We were immense. Almunia was superb for an hour and then he did his usual thing. We would have won it if either Titi or Freddie had tucked away their chances on seventy something minutes.
Germans, you see. They always enjoy a good laugh.
Exhibit A: In Berlin the other day, enjoying some of the local swill, the mustard on offer to accompany bar snacks was resplendent under the name "Bautz'ner", apparently named for the legendary Stasi, Nazi "secret" prison. Gave me quite a start, I can tell you.
My mind was put at rest though, as I was informed with a chuckle that the condiment firm is actually a little older than the penitentiary. Phew.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."