This day has started yesterday. Or maybe last week. Or last year. Or the day your father told you about it. Or the day when the club was born. You dream about this day from the moment you have heard about it. You make all kind of scenarios. Usually are dramatic scenarios: your team is one goal behind and in the 85th minute of the game. Your in hell!! Than one amazing shot from one of the midfielders and it's a gooooooal!!! You are back on earth! You have air! You can breath! The rain is not that cold anymore . Than it's 90+1 minute and the striker humiliates the opponent defence and the ball rests hapilly in the net. You're in heaven! Nooo! You're on the fence waving the flag!

For me such a day is when Poli Timisoara (my team - the violet guys) plays uta - our bigest rivals. It is something that cannot be esily described in words. It is something that must be lived. So first you can watch this video to see what I'm talking about:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PIZZR-3F6M

What you see there it's just the game. But everything starts at least one week before. First everyone remembers the history of the derby. When everything has started. Why do we hate each other. Our big wins . Our defeats . Than the madness with the tickets starts (for the ones who don't have season tickets). Once you get the ticket you are reliefed. You have the ticket to history. The night before the game you don't sleep to well. And you get up early. You are nervous. The time seems to stop. The hours go so slow. With 2-3 hours before the game starts -altough you normally get to the stadium in half an hour - you say it's time to go. And you head for the stadium. Along with rivers of violet people. As you get near the stadium your heart pumps faster and until you're in the stadium you are breathless as if you have run a marathon. But once you're on the stadium everything is back to normal. You have a lot of air and you start singing and shouting. In 5 minutes you are hoarse but it doesn't matter. The boys must know they have all your support. In 20 minutes you are all sweaty from jumping and singing. It doesn't matter. The team must feel you are there. If they can run 90 minutes you must jump 90 minutes. And when your team scores you are on the fences. I really don't know where you get the energy but it's there. I think your body knows that such a day comes and somehow he stores in secret place the energy. And when these moments come somehow you don't run out of energy.

And if your team wins it is more than perfect. Like one of my friend says: it's sex with gods!