It had always been an ambition to see Arsenal play in the Bernabeu

I could barely get in the door it was so busy, heaving with bodies

I’ll forever be indebted to my Dad for making me a Gooner

The type of goal about which you can say “I was there.”

This is the part where the romance really dies

The only Arsenal player that I ever met was Arthur Milton

He took me by the arm and said he was taking me to The Arsenal

Of course, as he did so often, Dennis delivered

I’ll always wonder what could have been

It was a truly magical moment that transcended all notions of typical human behaviour

The atmosphere hit me so hard. I was entranced.

It captures not just the atmosphere of that final day, but of every matchday

Highbury went wild and we knew we had done it

I tasted the bitterness of the Neill years and experienced the dross under Don Howe. But this was a new era

My local and my favourite team playing each other in an official Champions League match

I wasn’t the only one questioning why I invested so much time in becoming a football fan

A number of AC Milan stewards and other stadium workers just stood and applauded

Ever since I started supporting Arsenal their achievements have made certain digits stand out

I'm one of the red and white diaspora

I can remember weekend plans revolving around this mysterious concept