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Many know of my faith Inter and many others will know the outcome, alas not too favorable (for me at least), the last Milan derby Milan - Inter ended with the victory by 2 to 1 for the Rossoneri.

I was at the stadium and I must say it was a 'beautiful emotion, regardless of the outcome ...

The thing that I liked best were the choreography are the two fans that I can not help but make available to all ... very scenic and very nice! Very beautiful the teasing on the one hand and the other ... this is the beauty of football!

On the other hand have not failed to reveal their dementia (senile not unfortunately) "my" fans, those Nerazzurri, during and after the game have flooded the first ring (AC Milan) of paper and especially of objects of all sorts. Luckily inconvenienced or other ... only a few insults and so much sorrow to see so much stupidity concentrated in such a small space!

To tell the truth of lunatics I had also next to ... but more moderate, their was only a cheering idiots that I was stressed out and stunned for most of the match (I do not speak to Inter, AC Milan because my friend, who sat at my side, he could strangle them would have done).

Well in short, a good game, shame about the result ... but it's something definitely worth it!

Forza Inter!

Ps: we hope to win this championship next Sunday at home against Siena ...

Finally ... after months of insistence against my colleague, I managed to convince him to take me with him to see a lot of her cousin who plays in women's volleyball A1!

The team in question is YamamaY of Busto Arsizio.

Tumultuous journey by train deleted and "diversion" from our side of a bus with a driver rather bizarre but friendly and helpful (we will have probably done it) let us off in the vicinity of this building seemingly unattainable (Palayamamay).

The match was really exciting despite the odds favored totally gave Despar Perugia, half the week before ages recovering from a major victory in the international (European champions). The final result was 3-2 to Perugia, but that effort!

Point by point ... all played in a few minutes the tie-break final 16-14 for the bad guys (I was rooting rightly YamamaY).

Admittedly, in the end it was right to be missed!
Let me explain: you can remove the last point, the decisive one, number 4? Oh no ... he was going to win ... removed ... lost! We had "faith" in YamamaY, really great "Faith"!

It does not matter, it was a good game, a nice evening and a good reason to give the coup de grace to my voice and my throat that were, unfortunately for me, already at the limit!

The return of the playoffs, saw a defeat clearer now ... alas YamamaY is just out of the game ... but at least I was there! If you do not believe ...

Thanks to me for having forced / convinced my colleague, and thank you girls for the lovely evening!

Saturday, February 16, 2008, thanks to my friend Fanto, I went to see a match at the San Siro of little importance among my favorite team, Inter and Livorno.
A game particularly unattractive, but that ended with the victory of Inter ... playing time actually only 18 minutes to the second advantage of Inter. After that, only possession and lack of entertainment.

But the show gave the fans ... the ones next to me. I was sitting in the grandstand, the "red". I went only once in my life at the San Siro, in the year in which he began the Dutch duo Jonk Inter-Bergkamp of non-wonders. Is it possible that the fans did not manage to have a modicum of objectivity about what is happening in the field? It is possible that people have all this anger inside him ready to burst like a bomb?
Mechanics, engineers, teachers, builders ... does not differentiate the economic class, social, professional, from which derives the fan in the stadium ... all are transformed into angry men who just want to scream profanities, insults to a figure identified nell'arbitro or a player opponent. Why is this?
What happens in Italy in the early stages?

The stewards ... figure which should ensure some sort of security in the stadiums ... my boys are pathetic. Not so much people, poor people that has nothing to do, but the figure who must impersonate. You can see the yellow overalls, which distinguish them, in the stadium, in all areas, except in the corners of the fans. As if the problem was in the stands central, and not in the corners.

Son of Inter, but I have to admit that enter the stadium restless. It seems to get in a cage, in which there are more criminals and thugs that decent people. Where ignorance football is king, and where everyone just wants to find a pretext to scream and, if possible, brawling. The speaker announces to the entire second half, which for security measures, the opposing fans, at the end of the race, would have to remain within its sector, waiting for the "stock" of the police. A game without emotion and without reasons, even futile, friction ... but is it possible?

What are you fans? We aggregate like animals in a herd, one by one ... because you're just small, useless, miserable and frightened. Football was a sport, once beautiful, now between you and those who make a sport of a mere business, calcium is lost, and lost its charm. Television broadcasts instead are nothing more than piling on (you fans).

Then one of you dies ... Stand up and with a revolution unfounded, groundless. Rediscover the spirit of football and leave the hate at home. It's a good game, do not turn it into battle. Do you want war ... there are already many in the world ... if you're so brave go where there is need, or you have too much fear because then there really would risk anything?

Let the football as it was played ... not spoken, not ruined, but loved.

Fans that ... morons.

"But what I enjoy!"

This is probably the phrase that best expresses my mood whenever, in a sporting event, Italy beats our "cousins" (which are anything but cousins ​​because they are made ​​by most of the non-french).

Editor's note: anyone who knows me knows that I have a certain aversion to the French, motivated by personal experiences.

It happened about half an hour ago, a score of 2-1 for France (tennis team)
At first, Schiavone was able to beat (no one knows how) the Golovin with a test of a true gladiator, and later, to put an end to the semi-final between Italy and France, was played twice.

Final result: 4-6, 6-1, 6-2 in favor of our compatriots who have taught an exemplary lesson in terms of Granta and motivations!

Honestly, I do not follow almost never the courts (with the exception of Federer and Nadal who are indulged pure), but when it comes to Italy and France, would look even lippa underwater!

What about ... Forza Italy, forever!

A few words ... especially from an Inter player.

I can only compliment the devils red-blacks who, it must be admitted, deserved to lift this cup tonight! In part, I am also happy for a few reasons:

• I enjoy to hear Platini admit that Italian football in the end is better than the English one;
• I enjoy to see lose the English they do just the opposite of Europeans (see left-hand drive or not adopting the single currency, etc ...);
• I laugh to see Inzaghi steal the trophy from the hands of Maldini and do not let go anymore.

A party does not love those who belittle our lovely vintage (championship record), I repeat, do a round of applause to the old men who have managed to win once again, the competition more difficult.

Ps this article is intended above all to my mother (who is milanista sigh), my friends that I do NOT do this weigh their victory, and to all who knew and Milan fans will be sporting in the past and in the future against my team, when there had been and there will be an opportunity to be so!