As promised, my summary of this Inter 2009/2010 and his journey into the most important at European Cup, an Inter Samples from all fronts, an entire compact and winning. Do not forget ever this vintage historical, thanks guys.
E 'started it all, if we want to do things right, September 16, 2009. The Inter of Mourinho and "new" faces its first big game in that competition is the enemy of Inter, despite being the most important preliminary Champions Legue, Inter and Barcelona.
The game starts and ends, 0-0 at home, a result that does not mean anything to the contrary, there is the negative. But we are at the beginning, not disperiamoci. Oh, Barça is world champion cock.
The group continues with 2 draws, and then the defeat, with the same Barcelona, \u200b\u200b2-0. Unmet expectations, a lot. We can not do anything, they are beasts, and Inter did not give sufficient prominence to that sign. But fuck, he also risks making the fool out of the first round.
Fortunately, the final victory, not accomplices excellent teams, allow us to get into the Champions Cup.
Second round: the opponent is Chelsea. Not a square then, but the future winner of the Premier. It seems that the curse should continue Ottavi ...
... but no. San Siro, February 24, 2010. The whole initiative noisily, Milito bags from fear. So, is changed or not, st'Inter?. "I do not think so," said Kalou, marking the beginning the second half. "No you can not, not even this year, and the bomb is caught mo 2-1" Cambiasso said. Thus ends.
In school terms, scarves and shirts, even if I'm holding, because it is a party with the fear of making the figure of shit back (which was very possible), then the expectations are there, but you are not from celebrating much, the output is still around the corner
On March 16 at Stamford Bridge can be summed up with: fears, but an endless series of "fuck if he was going to sign, because the whole is even greater, and important thing is not playing for the ultra defensive 0-0. Then comes the goals / / pearl victory after an excellent game, Samuel Eto'o, with a little 'ass, Turnbull (???) laundry. E 'party, big party. Owls, the curse is finished eighth. Ancelotti / Bacon and his face makes me sad ass also enjoy a lot. The next day wake up earlier, you go to take the Journal (Eto'oh oh oh) and at school begins with a "We hope that shit, we hope," and is also on the cool floor.
The draw is a mini-game. If we take the boat or the Manchester United now, it's done ... but we also this: CSKA Moscow, the team that everyone wanted to meet the challenge Inter.
A little 'I'm ashamed to say that I saw the first leg while playing poker and the return I have not seen either as a whole. We must say that I did not want to play poker but I was forced, but in the end, even cagandomi a bit 'under because Inter did not want to put that ball on goal, you can bring home the 1- 0. Return
however, unexpected visit to my former piano teacher, and shortly after fucking Sneijder's goal I must give up, and are forced to go there every 5 minutes just to see the result. Luckily, 1-0 + 1-0, and Inter are in the semis, could do it and we did it, not likely.
But the semi-finals meant Barça. Barça meant to beat the world champions. Porco god as they throw out to them? "You are a bad way" he shouted, with the complicity of the 4 goals Arsenal slipped from that garden gnome who is the strongest in the world. And I while I cagavo below. Ehbè you aim high, it was hoped a lot of time and that was the highest rock, almost insuperable. We bring you also the defeats in the league. We spend three times as likely by then sognatissimo tituli zero.
the day came, March 20. I'll never forget. There were two categories of fans: Inter fans who (with a great deal stupidity) to try to connoisseurs of football, were "realists", saying "I do not really see me the game, from how the fuck do we win? It 's impossible. U Barcelona is for men."
hate. Of course, I belonged to another category of supporters, that "a few words, so many hopes."
starts the game and you can not understand what is the best team. Inter is not entirely that of the 0-0 start to the Champions League, it even seems close to scoring. It is a 'Inter dreamers and hopefuls. Ma .. 19 ', goals from Pedro. Before they could ever do succeed, now the fans were already putting on his pajamas for bed. The live prices for Inter, I do not forget ever, were such that if I played for 3 € 03.01 So now I had enough money to buy the entire club.
But shit could not end like this.
I remember the moment when, if they were my parents and my mother coming from outside the door, "Here you close?" "AspetGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLL.
My mother smiles, like "ok, hello, I close that I realized that I do not understand more than a fuck now"
Sneijder again the glimmer of hope. I go on the couch because that ass, gave the game a free Sky HD, and I had not noticed, not having Sky Calcio. Range balance with Inter but not to pieces psychologically, but with even more hope, thanks to the game of conduct, not counting erroraccio in the defense of the goals of Pedrito, very well.
3 'ST: Maicon, GOL. Now I really do not understand more than a cock. Scream, scream because I could not do anything, just being like a dog at home. Maximum euphoria. Goduria intense as any random player took the ball to Messi, especially the Captain.
16 ': between dream and reality, the head of the Prince my bags 3-1. Basta. I lift up my shirt. I walked out. Shout. Return. I swirl my shirt in his hand. Vent a chair. Throwing objects. We are demolishing the world champions. Disassembled, with no ideas. They come to our door, there is a wall, once recovered the ball is snapped on the three-quarters, and there is a counter-destructive. And 'this is the synthesis of the lots in fact. We win, 3-1.
Last minutes of pure fear. Paurissima. The 3-2 would be the opposite of 3-1. And there are too fucking close. Cesar, Lucio, but most of all, I make miracles. Final seconds
come almost to paranoia and schizophrenia.
ends, delirium. I that evening I rivinto the world. Absolutely the best match for me. Best. Road to Madrid.
The next day not even tell you, that seemed to cheer all Inter, even the loser of the Nerazzurri fans had scarves and T-shirt of Inter. Inter school completely.
It 's another Inter. Winning. European Union.
Return is divided into two parts as we know: the fear of fucking blau-grana of losing the Champions League and the game.
Kick-off: Inter will be 40% offensive and 60% defensive.
Pandev there, play Chivu: Inter will be 30% offensive and 70% defensive.
Start, expulsion T. Motta: Inter will be 0% 100% defensive and offensive.
I am especially pleased that the figure did after Busquets. Bravo!
first leg did not want to see the last minute for fear of a goal. Here
not want to see the whole game for fear of an avalanche of goals resulting delusionissima. Resist, but at 39 'of the second goal by Pique. I begin to seriously cagarmi below. Goals from Bojan. Absolute inner death for 3 seconds or so, almost did not feel that the referee gave erratic.
But among the pain, the glory of the Inter-resistant wall, J. Cesar, but I would say all were Jesus Christ with the cross; Inter in the Champions League final, after more than 40 years. It 's the end of the world.
Skip a month, filled with the reconquest of the peak in Serie A, with the following title and victory in the Italian Cup. Two "little things" in short. We
already won. 2 title and the final are already a successful year, beyond all expectations, the Inter sucker is a bitter memory and nothing more. This team has changed profoundly. But .. the final. The Champions League would make the difference between winning vintage and legendary vintage.
May 22, 2010. Madrid. It 's the night of calm, fair-play of good football, the talent that the money to bugger Perez.
You play just calmly. First goal. The Prince. Start the casino. Second goal. The casino continues. The cousins \u200b\u200bwho teach us 2-0 in a final is anything but reassuring. But there are not the Rossoneri. But is superstition, and because it is dangerous Bayern few times (Bayern had to come out with Fiorentina, I thought during the Pre) the joy is contained. But up to 90 ': sin can not write what I yelled. Tears and screams, no words. Part of the phone call to my best friend Inter. Strange phone call, a minute without saying a word meaningful only with cries and, I've never done phone. I walked out in the driveway, my neighbor who had seen the game out a little 'cries together, and already he was preparing the machine, flags and banners, but before the award ceremony.
Captain lifting the cup is one of the three most beautiful and irreplaceable things I've ever seen in my life.
is celebrated, you go down the street, I'm delighted to see so Inter many on foot, by car, motorbike and even, yes, there really was on a quad. Before walking into the car and then carry the evening of the party. All drunk without drinking, this is the effect that makes a team that wins the Champions League.
We are not simply the team that wins the Champions League. Oh no, 'Cause we are the team that won Scudetto, Champions Cup, and Italy, all at once. It is said Triple, first in Italy. We are the squdra that has changed so that in two years. We are the team that cup is not won for nearly half a century, which doubles the happiness. We did this for more from the three winners of the most important European leagues and the club world champion. We are history now.
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