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left. So when Anelka approached his moment of truth, he must have been the first Chelsea player to
  ask himself: ‘I wonder whether he’s going to dive to his right or his left?’ Van der Sar kept pointing to
  his left to unnerve the taker. Yes, Anelka’s penalty was poor, but Edwin chose the right way to dive.
     Avram Grant is a nice man. My fear was always that he might not be strong enough for that group of

  Chelsea players. Their behaviour in the final was terrible, dragging themselves out for the second half
  one at a time, giving the referee stick on the way into the dressing room. A team goes out together,
  they don’t amble out one by one. The referee had been urging them to get a move on, but they just
  ignored him. At the interval they tried every trick in the book. That might have played on the referee’s
  mind when Drogba was sent off.
     The red card for Drogba followed a clash with Carlos Tévez, which brought Vidić over to support
  his team-mate. Up went Drogba’s hand to flick Vida’s face. If you lift your hands, you’ve no chance.

  My understanding was that the referee asked the linesman who the offender had been. And boomph,
  Drogba was off. By then we had already restored our hold on the game. Drogba’s dismissal was not
  the turning point. Giggs had a shot cleared off the line. We created chances in extra time and should
  have killed them off. Chelsea, in my view, played for the draw and gambled on winning the shoot-out.
     Though he was removed from the fray that night, Drogba was always a handful for us. He was a
  powerful, big lad, but what marked him out in my book was a talent for spectacular goals, say, on the

  turn, from 30 yards. I was surprised to see him missing from the team-sheet against us in a game
  during Carlo Ancelotti’s finals weeks in charge. Torres started, but Drogba came on to score and
  force Chelsea back into the match.
     From that Chelsea team, which we found it difficult to play against, the goalkeeper, Petr Ĉech, was
  outstanding. I should have signed him at 19 when I had my chance. Instead, Chelsea took him that
  summer for £8 million.
     John Terry was always an influence in their team. Ashley Cole always gave them energy going

  forward. And Frank Lampard was incredibly reliable and consistent from box to box. He avoided
  defensive work a bit in his prime, but he was end to end and hardly missed a game. With Drogba, they
  were the core, the central five. They were a powerful presence in the dressing room.
     At no point before the game did I accept that Chelsea would be under more pressure than us by
  virtue of Abramovich’s Moscow background, though he was there in the stands, gazing down on his
  vast  investment.  I  didn’t  see  that  as  a  factor  in  the  game  itself.  Security  was  my  main  concern.

  Moscow is a city of great mysteries. I’ve read books on the Russian Revolution and on Stalin, who
  was worse than the czars, killing his own people to collectivise agriculture. We took two chefs with
  us, and the food was mostly fine, unlike in Rome, where it was a joke, a disgrace.
     What a season Ronaldo had in that European Cup winning campaign. Forty-two goals for a winger?
  In some games he played centre-forward, but he was essentially a wide man in our system. In every
  game he would create three chances for himself. I watched him one night at Real Madrid and he had
  about 40 shots on goal.

     Moscow was a relief, above all, because I always said Manchester United ought to be achieving
  more  in  Europe.  It  was  our  third  European  Cup  victory  and  took  us  closer  to  Liverpool’s  five.  I
  always felt we would match Liverpool’s total within a reasonable stretch of time, even after the two
  defeats to Barcelona in 2009 and 2011, because we had earned extra respect in Europe. With a win in
  either of those Barcelona finals, we would have been on four, equal with Bayern Munich at the time,
  and with Ajax.

     In  our  moment  of  triumph  there  was  no  champagne  to  be  found  at  the  Luzhniki  Stadium.  In  the
  absence of the real stuff, staff were dispatched to a bar to buy some kind of fizzy liquid. Heaven
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