I'm intrigued. When poch got us through the most amazing semifinal against ajax, when he balled his eyes out on the pitch, and we then reached the final, were you dreaming then? I know I was. Fairly sure the ownership of the club was the same as it is now that day....
Sure I was. I was incredibly emotional - I was actually at work, and I had a vital presentation on behalf of my sector for the second half, so I missed it. I left for the meeting at half-time with us 2-0 down, and my phone kept buzzing throughout the presentation, which I was actually a bit annoyed by - I didn't know what my mates were texting me about with such urgency.
It was only after the meeting, just after the end, that I opened my phone and discovered that we'd done the utterly impossible.
Everything seemed possible in that one, magical moment - I rushed out of work into the rain-filled streets, literally jumping for joy, much to the astonishment of my team who must have thought I'd gone utterly mad.
I took the rest of the day off, dashed to a sports bar, got drunk with my mates and sang so loudly I was sure I wasn't giving another presentation for a long while after that.
I got home at some point that night, watched it all again, relived it all again, broke down and cried at Poch's interview...I don't think I can express how happy that moment made me, perhaps more than any other in all my years supporting this club.
But the thing is...that wasn't the start of something. It was the peak of what Poch could drag us to, against our nature, against our ownership model, against our parsimony and our owners' dereliction of duty. That final he got us to was superhuman, but having gotten there, watching Liverpool walk out having addressed all their gaps from the previous year with massive statement signings in Van Dijk and Alisson, while our lot lined up with Winks and Sissoko in midfield having not signed anyone for 18 months beforehand...I vaguely felt it then, but it was clear that it was an end, not a beginning. Liverpool's investment showed, and their backing for their manager showed. Our lack of backing for ours also showed.
And so it proved in the months and years ahead, as we fell away from that peak with drastic speed, ending up right back where we started under ENIC 20 years ago - in mid-table.
That CL final was a wonderful manager and man dragging us to where we dreamed we could be, before being brought low by Daniel Levy's dereliction of duty for 18 months beforehand - and truth be told, for the entirety of his tenure, when he constantly had to settle for useless second-choices, hand-me-downs and cast-offs while his rivals all bought the players he desperately wanted to bring to Spurs.
ENIC don't do dreams. All they care about is that we are at zero-cost to them - this is what Levy keeps skating around in his interviews, but it is the truth, and always will be. He's Joe Lewis' henchman, and is here to ensure Joe Lewis never has to spend a cent on the football club he owns.
You want us to go one further than we went in 2019. I do. We all do.
It starts by getting rid of ENIC, because the ceiling that stopped us then is one that has existed for all of ENIC's time here.