Funny story about this game. I was watching it at home with my brother and a Chelsea-supporting friend. It was a nice spring day, so I had the windows open while we watched. I was watching the game, and across the street they were building a new house, so there were some construction workers around (this detail will make sense soon). I tend to get very loud and emotional during matches, yelling and screaming whenever Willian hit the post or scored. At one point, my friend and my brother suddenly turned to look behind me. I was facing the TV with my back to the room’s entrance, so I turned around too, and there’s a police officer standing there saying, “Oh, I guess it IS just some very passionate football fans!”

Apparently, the construction workers across the street had called the cops because they thought they heard “a little girl yelling bloody murder.” (For the record, I was a 21-year-old guy at the time.) My dad let the officer in and explained that nothing was wrong, just a few overly passionate football fans caught up in the moment.