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On a stiflingly hot day in June 1993, Real Madrid's players squeezed into two tiny, cramped planes and flew south-west across the sea to their island of the damned. The league was in their own hands, but they were terrified. They had been here before, a year earlier, and the unthinkable had happened then, so somehow they knew it was going to happen again; fatalism's grip was firm.
For the second successive season, they went to Tenerife and lost the title, giving it to Barcelona.