Thankfully, the next day we were greeted by beautiful sunshine, and plane-loads of Reds arrived on numerous day trips, both official and unofficial.
Everyone was still uncertain, and the tone was relaxed and low key. The match and the prospect of victory seemed almost incidental. All that mattered was that we were there, carrying on as normal, representing our city and our football club, and trying to have fun – in defiance of that brutal act that sought to terrify and confine us.
It turned into a glorious afternoon, full of friends, flags, songs. As the game approached, the desperation to win came from our love for our city as much as our football club when the moment finally arrived, on full-time, it felt special. Very different to past cup final victories, but satisfying and emotional.
For older Reds, it was doubly special. It was not lost on anyone that this trophy made United just the fifth club to win every European trophy. Many in the crowd with us in Solna that night had seen us win everything in a 26-year spell that had taken them all over Europe, all over the world.