When in anxiety, write a letter.
Dearest, loveliest Milan,
I wish you all the luck in the world and more for tomorrow's game. Please trounce the Red Devils (who totally stole our name, btw, even if it does sound a million times better in Italian), and maintain that advantage in the home game. The latter is of prime importance, please do try and remember. But whatever happens, remember, ragazzi rossoneri, you will always be the apple of my eye, the light that illuminates my life, and the number one team in my heart and soul.
To the deity of all things red and black:
Please wash your hair, go lightly on the gel and dazzle the world with your still-excellent-if-somewhat-hampered-by-an-injured-knee defending skills.
Not to mention your most admirable captaining abilities.
Oh here, have another one. And please, adjust all the microphones Your Holyness desires to do so. *drops to knees and worships profusely*
Indeed, energize your flanks and strengthen your defending wall, such that Massimo, Sandro, your Holy self and others ministers of defense (depending on the line-up that I cannot find posted anywhere yet) ensure that nary a Manny Utddy player makes it through anywhere near our goalpost.
Which shall be securely guarded, I hope, by either Dida or Kalac.
To my favorite charging rhinoceros-likeness:
Please be a charging bolt of lightning tomorrow, a rock in midfield, snarling and dribbling the ball away from all those pesky incoming invaders.
And even though you are now more adorable than threatning-looking and more cuddly than stomping mad, I have confidence that you can still the shit out of Man Utd players.
To the Sleepyhead who was not on any training pics (perhaps because he overslept?):
You are the beacon in the midfield, the playmaker and the best goddamn penalty taker in the world. Score a goal, set up another one and make yourself an extra strong cup of expresso tomorrow, just in case.
To Signor Oddolicious himself:
I love you and your sexy ass, especially in those new D&G ads. Please listen what Sandro and Capitano tell you to do. And look extra hot tomorrow to distract the stirker(s), okay?
To recent birthday boy and Brazilian wonder Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite:
You are our hero, the one that never gets injured and leading scorer of the Champions League. Please keep up the magnificient work.
And stop looking so freakin' adorable in every damn picture. (It could lead to unhealthy tackleglompageclinging from my part.)
To the rest of the team, including those who aren't on the picture, such as our Archangel Sandro:
I love you. Do your best. Win it for me, as Ricky's belated birthday present, for the team and for Paolo. ♥
Sincerely yours,
Besty.
P.S.: And to STOOPID BLOODY FUCKING INTER, congratulations on winning the Scudetto.
P.P.S.: Congrats to Ronnie and Man Utd for winning all those Premiership awards. I hope that your triumph last night does not inspire you to win tomorrow's game.
I wish you all the luck in the world and more for tomorrow's game. Please trounce the Red Devils (who totally stole our name, btw, even if it does sound a million times better in Italian), and maintain that advantage in the home game. The latter is of prime importance, please do try and remember. But whatever happens, remember, ragazzi rossoneri, you will always be the apple of my eye, the light that illuminates my life, and the number one team in my heart and soul.
To the deity of all things red and black:
Please wash your hair, go lightly on the gel and dazzle the world with your still-excellent-if-somewhat-hampered-by-an-injured-knee defending skills.
Not to mention your most admirable captaining abilities.
Oh here, have another one. And please, adjust all the microphones Your Holyness desires to do so. *drops to knees and worships profusely*
Indeed, energize your flanks and strengthen your defending wall, such that Massimo, Sandro, your Holy self and others ministers of defense (depending on the line-up that I cannot find posted anywhere yet) ensure that nary a Manny Utddy player makes it through anywhere near our goalpost.
Which shall be securely guarded, I hope, by either Dida or Kalac.
To my favorite charging rhinoceros-likeness:
Please be a charging bolt of lightning tomorrow, a rock in midfield, snarling and dribbling the ball away from all those pesky incoming invaders.
And even though you are now more adorable than threatning-looking and more cuddly than stomping mad, I have confidence that you can still the shit out of Man Utd players.
To the Sleepyhead who was not on any training pics (perhaps because he overslept?):
You are the beacon in the midfield, the playmaker and the best goddamn penalty taker in the world. Score a goal, set up another one and make yourself an extra strong cup of expresso tomorrow, just in case.
To Signor Oddolicious himself:
I love you and your sexy ass, especially in those new D&G ads. Please listen what Sandro and Capitano tell you to do. And look extra hot tomorrow to distract the stirker(s), okay?
To recent birthday boy and Brazilian wonder Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite:
You are our hero, the one that never gets injured and leading scorer of the Champions League. Please keep up the magnificient work.
And stop looking so freakin' adorable in every damn picture. (It could lead to unhealthy tackleglompageclinging from my part.)
To the rest of the team, including those who aren't on the picture, such as our Archangel Sandro:
I love you. Do your best. Win it for me, as Ricky's belated birthday present, for the team and for Paolo. ♥
Sincerely yours,
Besty.
P.S.: And to STOOPID BLOODY FUCKING INTER, congratulations on winning the Scudetto.
P.P.S.: Congrats to Ronnie and Man Utd for winning all those Premiership awards. I hope that your triumph last night does not inspire you to win tomorrow's game.