Milanspam: It's the end of the world as we know it.
I don't know what to say. I really don't know what to say. That was an emotional roller-coaster of a game - with the noteworthy discovery that one can squeal with glee and cry one's eyes out at one and the same time.
Grazie, Paolo; grazie, Lotti - and, grazie, Ricky, too, by the looks of things. *sigh* Next season is going to be ... interesting, to say the least.
Fiorentina 0 - 2 Milan
Kaka 55 (M), Pato 76 (M)
Fiorentina: Frey; Comotto, Gamberini, Zauri, Pasqual (Kuzmanovic 70); Donadel, Montolivo; Semioli, Jovetic (Jorgensen 64), Vargas (Gobbi 64); Gilardino
Milan: Dida; Zambrotta, Maldini, Favalli (Nesta 77), Jankulovski; Beckham (Gattuso 81), Pirlo Flamini, Seedorf; Kaka, Inzaghi
Extremely sparse commentary, as I am still struggling to look at these without crying all over again. Many thanks to bustedflush, from whom the majority of the bigger images have been lifted.
Stupid people weren't allowed out this week.
[Or, if they were, photogs had more sense than to indulge them. *g*]
My word, what on earth has got Adriana so excited?
...Oh. That. Meep.
Daddy!Paolo: I DIDN'T BRING MY SON UP TO BE SO SHAMELESSLY HOT!
Meet the new boss ...
...significantly hotter than the old boss. ;)
Paolo: Oh, really, you shouldn't have.
Oh, bless.
Oh, very bless.
OK, YOU CAN LET GO OF HIM, NOW!
He has to do some Divine Waving.
...quite a lot of Divine Waving.
Paolo: Can I stop now, plz; my arm aches.
Ron: Hello, everyone, remember me?
Well hello there, Zambrosocks. *approves*
[God, hasn't it grown back yet? :(]
Mmmm, bottom.
Hee, grubby knees!
No, wait, my bad, that's a plaster. Poor Beppekneecap. :(
The one thing upon which we can rely in these turbulent times are Pippo's stupid bloody faces. The world thanks you, Pippo.
LOOK WHO'S BACK! *beams*
[You reckon he shaved in protestation against Andrea's haircut? FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, BOTH OF YOU, GROW IT ALL BACK!]
I know. I can't believe it, either...
LOOK WHO'S BACK! *weeps with joy*
And, hell, was he back. Bitching...
Shirtpulling...
...the works. Welcome back, darling; you have been so sorely missed. [Also, KNEES.]
(I'm sorry, I can't really look at these right now.)
(How DARE the bastard Uncles wait until he's on National duty to auction him off like a piece of meat?)
(*seethes*)
But, yeah. He scored.
*fond smile* Oh, you two. Get a room!
Everyone: Oioi, less of that on the pitch, please, you two: there are children present.
Zambro: You can have me later, if you like.
Clarence: I wouldn't, if I were you, kid: not unless you want stocky, hairy Portuguese on your case.
(ILU, Conny.)
Everyone: Biiiig huuuuug.
Yup, he got one, too.
Not sure I approve of the celebrations, though.
Ah, there we go. Normality is resumed.
*takes deep breath and tries not to snivel*
So, yeah. You know what we're here for.
Everyone formed an orderly queue to give him some loving.
...apart from a certain stroppy Roman, who felt the need to barge his way in. *g*
[I don't know what he just promised Paolo, but, whatever it is, I WANT SOME.]
Sandro: WAIT! How's my hair?
OTP: Yeah, you lot talk amongst yourselves for awhile, we've got some plans to make.
*swallows*
*swallows hard*
Unless you've been living in a cave, you'll know Lotti has now gone to Chelsea. Hell, even MrRuby know's he's gone to Chelsea.
So, we are also bidding a fond farewell to all this.
*is proper wailing, all over again*
*pulls self together* This has been a tough season, one way and another - questionable transfers and nearly-transfers, ridiculous loan decisions, and a deplorable lack of silverware - I couldn't have got through any of it without you all. Thank you so much for keeping me company throughout - and here's to 2009-10! ♥