Milan has two world famous cathedrals - il Duomo and the San Siro. As I approached the stadium I couldn't help but think of Italia 90, Copa Mundials, Diego Maradona, that West Germany team, Toto Scillaci, Arrigo Sacchi's remarkable Milan team- there's plaques on the wall looming over you of famous European triumphs. Van Basten, Gullit, Baresi, Maldini cascading through my mind. Then the other side jumps in. The Milan derby, Fachetti, Zenga, Adriano, Milito's unexpected goal scoring feats, Eto'o, R9. Even the stadium itself - Giuseppe Meazza. This stadium's unique architecture evokes the history of football - coming to watch a game here, is a pilgrimage. I felt some reverence after passing the final wall when the square in front of the stadium opened out before me, having approached on foot from near the Lotto metro. The famous curving towers and four post roof, open on one side allowing a glimpse of the lighting array hanging from the ceiling. Daring those game enough to step forward and prove they are worthy. I couldn't help but smile. If you don't remember that AC Milan was founded in 1899 by the time you leave Milan, you must have had a great hotel. The stadium is huge. I have been to the Maracanã in Brasil, the Azteca in Mexico City and this has that same sense of physicality. It is a colossus, an imposing venue that overwhelms you. I bought a ticket to AC Milan vs Roma from footballtickets.net and it all was fine, just printed out the ticket PDF at the hotel and scanned it at the gate. Inside an hour before kickoff and the mood slowly built up. 15 mins to go and the away fans were singing. By kick-off it was a packed house, the Curva Sud in fine voice, huge flags dwarfing their owners, billowing out like sails - a red and black navy going to war. The pressure on the players is unforgiving. The expectations are immense. The fans are knowledgeable, they applaud that bit extra - not just what they all can do on a Sunday afternoon. You play on this hallowed turf because you are better than the rest of us. We come to watch what we could not. Then, suddenly the wall of silence is broken - the ball moves faster this time, the goal opens up and there's half a second before he hits it... HOOOOOO AAAAAAAAAHHH. A wall of sound crashes down on the away fans. They struggle underwater, until the wave subsides. An unforgettable experience if you're a football fan and a Milan win to top it all off. I could still hear the singing as I walked back to the hotel.