At around 10pm the air was filled with a familiar sound. Some of the residents of my block had slid open their doors and stepped out onto their balconies. They were ready to protest.

Toward the end of the Celta game, banners started appearing behind the goal where the ultras sit. Each carried a different slogan, but the overall message and accompanying hashtag was the same. #JoHiCrec. I believe.

If you take the C-16 road north from Barcelona towards the Pyrenees, you’ll eventually hit the French border. And then, a few minutes over the border into France, is Spain. Again. Welcome to Llivia.

El Clásico. The biggest show on earth. If you like football. Or perhaps even if you don’t. Because El Clásico really is a show. There’s more going on than just the football.

In the exam hall before the papers were handed out, all I could hear was the beat at the start of the song. Dum dum, dum dum, dum dum…