It feels like almost everyone in Maryino (a residential district in Moscow) has poured out into the streets. And that they didn’t set off a good share of their firecrackers on New Year’s, but saved them for this. I’m barely holding back the urge to run outside too, screaming "AAAAAAAAAAAAA." And Arshavin is, of course, a genius of a player. It’s almost frightening. All the Ronaldos are nervously smoking on the sidelines. And Konstantin Lvovich Ernst is probably drunk right now, of course.