Champions of Europe!

I've learnt a great lesson in life after last night.

There are times when all hope deserts you. Just as Murphy described, when you think it can't get any worse, it does.

I was nervous alright - after the first minute goal by Milan I was shitting myself. But I had hope. I've seen this Liverpool side perform miracles and I believed they could come back from one goal back.

That was when the second one struck.

I asked myself, is this it? Is this the part where the dream finally ends? The games against Chelski, Juventus, Olympiacos, was that all a sweet dream? We had our fair share of luck but will this be where it deserts us?

And then the third.

I felt numb. Something was breaking inside me. Its over, finished, i texted my mate who was up watching the game on the other side of the planet. Another friend of mine, a Chelski supporter, texted me saying what had been possible if it was chelski who faced Milan in the final, and that liverpool didn't deserve to be there.

I didn't have anything to say to that. Steven Gerrard's goal against Olypiacos, Garcia's incredible shot over the Juventus goalkeeper, all of it was playing in my head like a movie. That was the first time I had tears in my eyes.

The thought of giving up and going home entered my mind, I'm afraid to admit. But it was quickly replaced by the commitment to Liverpool Football Club, supporting it through thick and thin over the years. If nothing, I could say I stood and waited till the end hoping for a miracle even though deep in my heart I knew this was beyond a miracle.

Defying a 3-0 scoreline is nearly impossible enough, to do it against AC Milan and the way they were pissing all over us - was something that not even the most optimist of supporters would have dared thunk. We, the supporters had conceded victory. The look on the face of the fans said it all. Many were in tears and heartbroken. Their dream had ended.

But Steven Gerrard hadn't read the script. He was too busy writing it.

His header went in and we saw him screaming to the rest of the team 'lets fucking do it now'. The next six minutes will forever be part of folklore on not just merseyside, but around the world. Liverpool were 3-3 and were were witnessing officially the best comeback in the history of the game. Words will never be enough to script what all Liverpool supporters felt last night.

And the lesson I learnt was simple.

Walk on, through the wind

Walk on, through the rain

Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart

And you'll never walk alone

You'll never walk alone