Forget the insipid offering from the previous night where Barcelona failed to overcome a lacklustre Manchester United.
The sideshow of Frank Lampard's return to the fray, the timing of the match to co-incide with Holocaust memorial day (I was struggling to work out what all the differing the black armbands were for) meant that whatever the football was going to be like, emotions would be riding high.
And so it proved to be.
Chelsea were just one mistake from blowing it after allowing Babel to score from 30 yards with minutes remaining in extra time.
Those heart-thumping last seconds were just draining.
Even now, with Chelsea's megastar status confirmed, I'm still expecting them to cock it up.
Remember Everton and Wigan's last gasp equalisers this season?
But as the ref blew the whistle, Grant took off his coat, then his jacket and sank to his knees.
The players left him alone - were they going to congratulate him anyway - I doubt it.
When Lampard was replaced in those last few minutes, the cameras picked up what appeared to be Frank saying about the substitution: "That was bollocks - we've ballsed it up".
Frank, for one second was thinking what every Chelsea supporter has been thinking for some time now.
Thankfully, the gods, of whatever persuasion you might care to believe in, were smiling on Frank, Avram and the boys in blue last night.
Emotions, eh?