The Last Sixteen Old Routine: Rangers v Slavia Prague
When Rangers drew Villarreal in the last 16 of the 2005-06 Champions League I was gutted. And not just because the poor woman at my work who had access to the internet and was doing her fitba-addled colleagues a favour in those pre-iPhone days, kept running between our office and her PC, shout-whispering, “It’s someone with a V! It might be Liverpool? Does that sound right? No – wait… I think it’s PSV... no – they’re not Spanish… are Juventus Spanish?”
When Rangers drew Villarreal in the last 16 of the 2005-06 Champions League I was gutted. And not just because the poor woman at my work who had access to the internet and was doing her fitba-addled colleagues a favour in those pre-iPhone days, kept running between our office and her PC, shout-whispering, “It’s someone with a V! It might be Liverpool? Does that sound right? No – wait… I think it’s PSV... no – they’re not Spanish… are Juventus Spanish?”
