Us, some French Shite, four goals, The Crow instrumental in all of them, ran the show like a fucking boss, even did a Zidane pirouette for good measure.
Those poor smuchks didn't know what had hit them!
Genius is a term bandied about with flagrant regard to reality, but that night Andriy was, and still is, a genius!
Godspeed Voro, godspeed.
*wipes tears from eyes that are red from reminiscence*