ABSTRACT
It took a leap of faith to step out of the sunny day in the green of Hyde Park and into the inauspicious black cube that housed memorabilia from players and teams in the Champions League from 1956 to 2011. Once inside, however, the makeshift cathedral to European football enclosed the earnest soccer pilgrim in a ‘sonic envelope’ of sounds of crowds and music, physically and psychically transporting her, but usually him, to inhabit simultaneously the spaces of past, present, and future football.
