I don't think there is anything for me to say that hasn't been said already.
I'm so happy.
I'm in love with my team.
My God will get a proper farewell.
And said God also looks divinely delicious on the sideline, in a black sweater and jeans. Gah.
Ricky is still the rock of San Siro. (That's it, I'm calling him that from now on. Il Rock di San Siro
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