Pinkspam: And so it continues
'I miss you.'
Ballardini continues with the scary to be brilliant, and engineered the first win away to Juve since in forty-six years. Man is pretty impressive. [And has been rewarded with a two-year contract extension.] I didn't see this one, as I was at the Mother-in-law's [joy], but I'm pretty sure Moris was fucking incredible. To be honest, the thing about which I was most relieved, was that Amauri didn't score. I don't think I could have taken that. I'm not sure he could have, either.
Juventus 1 - 2 Palermo
Miccoli 23 (P), Del Piero 39 (J), Mchedlidze 81 (P)
Sent off: Sissoko 40 (J)
Juventus: Buffon; Grygera, Mellberg (Salhamidzic 34), Knezevic, De Ceglie; Sissoko, Poulsen (Camoranesi 65), Marchisio; Giovinco (Nedved 80); Amauri, Del Piero
Palermo: Amelia; Balzaretti, Carrozzieri, Bovo, Cassani; Nocerino (Tedesco 79), Liverani, Bresciano (Mchedlildze 60); Simplicio; Miccoli (Migliaccio 29), Cavani
Look me in the eye and tell me he doesn't scare the crap out of you.
Yeah, thought so.
Edi got rythym.
Yeah, not a flattering shot. *pats*
Knezevic: *finds standing on one leg strangely tricky*
So, it wasn't just my Big Brazilian in the wrong kit. Nocerino was facing his old team, as well.
Liverani: *spent most of the game looking the wrong way*
'Ah! There you are!'
OHAI THERE, MORIS!
I'm not going to lie.
This series of photos made my weekend.
[Especially these ones.]
Oi. Moris. Watch the hand.
Does Moris do that with his socks on purpose, you think? It seems to happen every game..
Eee! Blowing kisses at each other! *buys wedding!hat*
Miccoli is also an ex-zebra, but as it was a while ago and as they loaned him out for the majority of it he was suffering no misguided loyalties.
No crisis of conscience here. *grin*
'Easy peasy!'
I spy incoming Moris.
Gigi: That did not just happen to me!
'Dude, you just TOTALLY scored against Juventus!'
There was love. And lifting.
'Ahem. All in a day's work.'
But then Juve got one back.
[Migliaccio regretted removing the springs from his boots.]
'Bum.'
Very soon after, Sissoko was sent off. Game back on.
It wasn't until ten minutes from time, though, that we were able to capitalise.
This kid is eighteen.
EIGHTEEN.
[And I am eternally grateful for him taking pity on us and using his first name. *sighs in relief*]
He is also astoninshingly adorable.
Utterly, UTTERLY adorable.
It will surprise precisely no-one that I am loving the one-up, one-down sock combo way more than is healthy.
Srsly. How can you not want to squish this baby to bits?
They all do.
Oh, Moris.
And that was how it ended. Bovo was pleased.
*weeps silently*
[Levan's pulled his sock up. :(]
Plztobe noting the stripping. It is beginning...
Next up is a trip all the way across the island to Catania, for the Sicilian Derby. That should be ... lively.