Roncero
Hero of Lisbon preparing to summon up magic in Milan
It's true that it hasn't been Sergio Ramos' finest year. Inconsistent, sloppy at times and not always in possession of that gift for leadership that has made the Andalusian the best defender in the world (in my book, at least).
It's by no means the only reason, but there's no denying his shoulder injury caused him quite a lot of discomfort and stopped him from getting near his usual, Everest-high standards. Before a fair number of games, he had to receive pain-killing injections to be able to play.
In the end, he had to stop. He got himself back fit once and for all, and for the last couple of months has looked more like the Ramos of old: the Ramos who made the captain's armband his own with his never-say-die attitude; the Ramos of 'La Décima'...
I can see why those of an Atlético leaning sing Diego Godín's praises; he's the heart and soul of Los Rojiblancos. But, as the final in Milan approaches, just you watch Ramos grow eight feet tall. I'd say I know him pretty well, and let me tell you this: he thrives on that pressure.
He always rises to the big occasion. In the two matches against Man City, he was imperious. Didn't put a foot wrong. He was a rock at the back: quick, always one step ahead to ward off danger, marshalling the defensive line astutely, dominant in the air...
I don't want to make my Atleti buddies nervous, but they should be in no doubt about one thing: if a goal is called for in the 93rd minute at the San Siro, I know who I can count on to step up. The hero of 'La Undécima'?