They say that the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plains but the quiet little city of Villarreal saw a lot of it on one of the biggest days in their modest club’s history. A hard, thumping downpour started in the early hours of Tuesday morning and lasted practically all day, soaking El Madrigal through.
It was damp. It was wet. The roof was leaking in places. Puddles of rainwater collected on the seats. The conditions forced even Villarreal’s most vocal, boisterous supporters into faintly ridiculous yellow ponchos. That, combined with the 2-0 deficit carried over from the first leg, made for a downbeat atmosphere. But then, not long before kick-off, the skies cleared. And after that, the deluge.
