If they can nullify the sparkling talents, and lightening quick feet, of Messi, Xavi, Iniesta et al in the same way that they brushed aside Chelsea, the Special One will become the youngest manager to win two European Cups, having previously lifting the gargantuan trophy with Porto, via a fortuitous victory at the Theatre of Dreams.
And I may be there to witness it. That is if the dreaded spectre of the volcanic ash cloud, code named E15 (the first letter followed by the number of letters) by the US Military as nobody can pronounce the real name, passes benignly over the UK airspace. As things stand now, airports across the UK are closing again. I need them to be open next Saturday so I, together with my cousin Vinny (yes, really!), can fly off to Madrid.
In the event of the situation worsening, I could indeed be asking "Who needs the Champions League?", and be watching Inter and the Special One make history down the local.