They all count JY!
I remember my first euro evening at OT like it was yesterday – as a 9 year old V Spartak Varna in 84? Chips, cigar smoke in the air, the odd swear word I didn’t understand. A whole new world for me. My dad got a bollocking on our return as he’d remembered his own gloves but forgot mine. I squeezed my two hands into one of his gloves for most of the game.
Didn’t get a ticket for the next round (!!) but did manage to see Maradonna play for Boca a few times in the mid nineties in La Bonbonera with the old boy. He paid, I called it payback for not getting us in to the Barca game more than a decade earlier.
Happy days. She’ll remember it in years to come Binners!