Milanspam: Move along, nothing to see here
[Nope, ovaries still haven't finished pinging.]
So. Sunday. As I've said before, I'm not prepared to discuss the actions of certain sections of the curva. Stupid people are stupid, and I'm not about to dignify their risible attempts to be controversial by giving them the outraged response they desire. This is our happy place, and I'm not having them spoil that for us. That being said, I'm not sure I'm prepared to discuss the actions of half the team, either - I mean, what kind of a game was that for a captain who might have, say, been playing his last home game. Hypothetically speaking. *is still deep in denial*
Milan 2 - 3 Roma
Riise 36 (R), Ambrosini 75, 81 (M), Menez 79 (R), Totti 84 (R)
Milan: Dida; Flamini, Favalli, Maldini, Jankulovski (Zambrotta 60); Beckham (Seedorf 46), Pirlo, Ambrosini; Kaka; Pato (Ronaldinho 60), Inzaghi
Roma: Artur; Motta, Mexes, Juan (Diamoutene 69), Riise; Taddei, Brighi, Cassetti (Filipe 63); Pizzarro, Vucinic (Menez 76), Totti
Sent off: Ambrosini 88 (M)
[Commentary is sparse, and channels the spirit of High School Musical in places. Camp, spangly hysteria is one of the symptoms of loss, I understand.]
So, never mind the morons, there were some proper banners.
(There were also several directed at the Uncles. So, that's all good.)
I WANT ONE OF THOSE SCARVES.
Pre-match acknowledging of the adoring masses.
BRB, MOPPING UP OVARY EXPLOSION.
[Someone else jumping on the bandwagon.]
Adriana found him desperately sad faintly ridiculous.
OK, I dunno who you are, but I love your t-shirt.
Um, ditto. [So, apparently, bloke on our right is from Domenica Sportiva - thanks, stringeilcuore
I dunno who you are, either, but that girl's got to be a relation.
Oh, Adriana, wai so fabulous?
With your shirt all bling-y.
Srsly, I'm jealous of Paolo.
Aww! Babies! WITH THEIR SHORTS ALL ROLLED OVER! *goes gooey*
[Someone else jumping on the bandwagon. Again.]
The Romans joined in with 'Wear a Novelty Shirt to Work' day.
*grudgingly* Bless 'em.
FECKIN' WATERMARK ALL OVER DANIEL'S FACE. *grumbles*
Srsly, it's no wonder Adriana looks so proud.
That's a gorgeous set of boys she has there.
[You reckon Christian's been nicking Zio Andrea's conditioner?]
Captainly love-in.
[Don't worry, this one's from the end, Totti's not that much of a sweaty bugger.]
Lotti: Oh, God, here we go.
Dida: *was in goal*
Lotti: *was grateful he'd brought plenty of these*
Lotti: DON'T MAKE ME GET ALL SHARPAY EVANS ON YOUR USELESS ARSES.
Lotti: This is not what I want / This is not what I planned
Andrea *whispers* still had bad hair.
GROW IT BACK, FOR THE LOVE OF PETE.
Lotti: Gotta bump the competition / Blow them all away
Pippo: Ah, that'll be my cue
Pippo: *took 'blow them all away' a little too literally*
Pippo: WAT? I'M JUST DOING AS I WAS TOLD!
Pippo: Bloody fussy Romans.
Lotti: RYAN! WHERE'S MY OCEAN?!
Duckling: Be right with you, Sir, just getting fondled.
Duckling: ...and having my shorts pulled off.
Ron: Sod that, I'm off to the ocean myself!
Ricky: Coward!
Ricky: If I can do this / then you can do that
Ricky: Then again, maybe not.
[Even a quick chat with his best mate did no good.]
Lotti: I want fabulous / That is my simple request
Paolo: You called?
Make the most of this, boys and girls.
*weeps* I shall shut up and let the pictures do the talking.
Ambro: THIS WILL NOT DO.
Ambro: Sixteen, sixteen / Sixteen minutes left, better get it done
Ambro: Sixteen, sixteen / Sixteen more minutes, get ready, GAME ON!
[Yup, he did it twice. The darling.]
Ambro: Am I the type of guy who means what I say? / Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it
Paolo: RAAAWR!
Paolo: You can come to my after-show party.
Lotti: Don't you see that bigger is better / And better is bigger / A little bit is never enough
Ambro: Hold me back, I'm going to kill the demanding bastard.
But, the diva had a point.
Go on, rub his nose in it, why don't you?
Ambro and Zambro: The boys are back / The boys are back
Ambro and Zambro: The boys are back / Gonna do it again / Gonna wake up the neigborhood
Ref: I've had it with this crap karaoke session. Off.
Lotti: OI! No-one mocks my singing!
But, yeah.
That's how it ended. Le sigh.
[Oooh, TUMMY.]
[BRB, being shallow.]
Paolo: I'm just going to go for a run round the pitch, waving to folk. No reason, just feel like the exercise.
Paolo: Hang on, what was that?
Stupid people: *are stupid*
Paolo: Oh, bravo.
Paolo: You are clearly riddled with common sense and decency. I applaud your genius.
Paolo: Twats.
Ahem. I'm sorry, I said I wasn't going to get into that, didn't I? Here, have a placatory video of the jogging, and the loving, and a half-nekkid Andrea, instead.
I'll leave you with this. From Zamparini, of all people. I know - who'd've thunk?!
Maldini è il calcio. Purtroppo gli stupidi sono dappertutto. -
Maldini is football. Unfortunately, the stupid are everywhere
hear hear
Next up, a trip to Fiorentina. Nothing special, just CL qualification at stake. *sigh*