Over the Hills and at Juve, history, my friend, has just been made.

Nil nil or not nil nil - that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of embittered Spurs fans, or to take arms against a sea of black and white shirts, and, by opposing, end them.

A note of grandeur seemed appropriate at the opening of proceedings.

It wasn't pretty. The backs were against the wall at times. There was little of the flair and magic of the first leg. But we did it. Oh yes, we did.

The team was as I predicted. Freddie in for Bobby, and the five man midfield otherwise unchanged. What I didn't predict was Thuram on the bench for Juve, and for Juve as a whole to be so, so poor. Not just tonight but over both legs. They looked almost unconcerned at their plight for most of the tie. Nedved's red card was an anomaly. Just like Juve’s red cards in the first leg, they didn't show any great desire to progress: they were a moment of almost childish angst, a swipe at players with twice their desire to win the CL. They were a team of old men, swanning through the fixture. Their exit, combined with Inter's exit, AC's fairly fortuitous performance against Lyon, and the ranks of empty seats tonight, speaks volumes about Italian football. It is a league in near free-fall, with violent fans - see the fires at the end - and teams devoid of true passion, and, dare I say it, real ability. Juve created chances tonight, but we've had harder away games at Everton, Wigan, Bolton, and even West Brom this year. I really wonder how they would fare in the Premiership. Not well, I would venture.

I expected a barrage from Juve at the beginning of the match, and a degree of pressure did come. But it was hardly an avalanche, and we had our chances too. Gilberto should have done better when he received the ball unmarked at the far post. He controlled poorly and scuffed the ball into the ground. Indeed, we should have scored tonight. Fabregas, when clean through in the second half, hit the ball straight at Buffon. It's hard to ask so much of a lad his age, but one has to now realise that chances like that must be taken at this stage of the competition. Jose had a worrying game. He worked hard, but too often his runs came to nothing when he tried a trick too many. However, against Villa, I expect him to play better, given that he prefers to play Spanish teams. Unfortunately, he'll be out for the first leg, ridiculously booked by a fussy referee, for, apparently, time-wasting. A farce of a yellow card. Our best chance was probably from Hleb. A drop, or several, of the shoulder, saw him past several defenders, but he blazed his shot just wide. He's quite a player, and he still isn't getting the respect he deserves from us. Goals, and many more great performances, will come from him.

Aside from that it's hard to fault a player. Jens made several excellent stops when called upon. He showed a moment of misjudgement when he came screaming out of the penalty area during the Nedved sending off, but luckily he wasn't booked. Personally, I now love seeing Jens show that passion. It's a real statement about how much he wants this trophy, and how much he cares for the team. Just please don't get sent off! The back four were superb. There were perhaps two moments in the match when they allowed Juve an opportunity, but Juve were so far off the pace that they wasted them. Ibrahimovic looked like a player who'd only scored 6 this season. Trezeguet was a shadow of his former self. The rest of Juve's team were similarly inconsequential. In future, Mutu's performance over the two legs should be shown in secondary schools around the country: I can't think of any better anti-drugs commercial. By the end it was almost painfully easy. Indeed the referee blew up around half a minute early, perhaps out of sympathy. Juve, quite simply, were a disgrace. Again.

Freddie showed a painful lack of sharpness in front of goal, but battled so hard that you could hardly fault him. Gilberto was excellent, continuing his new trend of actually completing passes. Terry was, as ever, a wonder, but perhaps tried a few too many tricks tonight, when a degree of simplicity may have aided matters. When clean through he also took a, for him, uncharacteristically heavy touch, when you would have bet on him to score. The Flamster was lucky to get away with an elbow [was it just me, or were there elbows flying in from all over the place tonight?] and looked a tad shaky at times. He held his ground overall though, and didn’t make any fatal mistakes. Eboue was awesome, defending astutely and charging down the flanks at any given opportunity. The sight of Eboue in full flight, and the way he harnessed Nedved, exemplified the gulf between the two teams tonight. Old vs. New; hunger vs. Apathy; beauty vs. sterility.

Joint MoftMatch: Phil & Kolo. What a partnership. Phil is now, officially, a rock. What I love about him is his desire and humility. He knows his job: he performs it. He will only get better. And with Kolo sweeping away beside him, using his incredible pace, I think we have a real, long-term partnership being forged. I felt sorry for Sol as he looked on from the bench, but he is now second-fiddle. This is a new era.

We should have won on the night, a point TH pointed out in his post-match interview. But we should now realise we can definitely win this competition. We have just made a team 9 points clear in the third-best (? comments section below) league in Europe look extremely ordinary. The semi-final is going to be a damn sight harder. Villa will have the same desire as us, and will give us a really tight game in Spain. But we can do it. There's an increasing sense of momentum in this team. And for all his critics, Terry is turning into quite the captain. I like the perfectionism line he's peddling: we haven't won anything yet, we will celebrate in Paris and not before. Damn straight.

But still, for the first time in the history of our Club, we are in the semi-finals of the Champions league. Just take that, and savour it for a moment. Drink it in. Forget what the embittered Spurs fan has said on 6-0-6. We are The Arsenal, and we are in the last four. I don't know about the rest of you, but I remember that Wayne Bridge goals in the unbeaten season. It was more than a goal to me, it was almost a symbol, a recurring curse that showed us we would never progress past the 1/4 finals of this competition.

Tonight we have: it wasn't a classic but it was enough.

Enjoy all the plaudits we receive today, but remember what it's all about: keeping the faith. See you in Spain amigos.