Inter-ness: Shared Points and Broken Figo
(Fucking fucker's fucked.)
I was ok about this -- disappointed, but ok -- until I found out that Nedved had broken Figo's leg with one of the lovely, cynical tackles in which he specializes. Now I'm bitter, but I will try very hard not to express it too much here.
Basically, the match was super-intense nervy. Inter peeps insist they should have won, while the Juve folk are sure a draw was a fair result. Me, I'd say Inter had more chances, but since they didn't actually finish them, saying a win was what they deserved seems a bit of a reach -- a point seems fair to me, particularly given how lost the Inter midfield was in the first half.
Juventus 1 - 1 Inter
Cruz 41 (I), Camoranesi 78 (J)
Juventus: Buffon; Grygera (Zebina 79), Legrottaglie, Chiellini, Molinaro; Palladino, Nocerino, C Zanetti, Nedved (Iaquinta 61); Del Piero (Camoranesi 70), Trezeguet
Inter: Julio Cesar; Maicon (Dacourt 86), Cordoba, Samuel, Chivu; Figo (Burdisso 62), J Zanetti, Cambiasso, Cesar; Ibrahimovic, Cruz (Suazo 65)
I love this picture so much I can hardly see.
Cordoba = so badass.
Ale, clearly, felt threatened.
What are we going to do with Matrix comes back and takes his place?
Sigh. I think we may as well just deal with the pain now, rather than saving it for later.
Figo was doing his usual thing, helping the midfield stop sucking and generally being awesome.
And, you know, flashing the odd bit of thigh.
*is not trying to look up his shorts*
And then this happened.
Fuck off, Pavel. (For those of you who missed it, Figo's LEG IS BROKEN.)
Right. Trying to move on.
Sweet Zlatan.
He had a hard time.
People were picking on him.
But still, he made time for dancing.
His way of dealing with the stress was to shut down, and become freakishly calm.
He rocked out in the whole defending thing, but the attack? More of a challenge.
(Look at his socks. They ALWAYS have holes.)
The good news is that his strike partner was more successful (and had less hole-y socks).
Look, Muppets!
He caused Gigi a bit of stress.
And, also, scored.
Zlatan was SO relieved.
So was everyone else.
(Notice Figo's hand on Zlatan's ass.)
I love that everyone runs to hug Zlatan, no matter who actually scored.
Cruzigol also took some time to bask in the love of the traveling supporters.
And, the rest.
Walter Samuel is a beast, easily our best defender.
(And, also? Quite the dancer, it seems.)
He hangs out with Maicon, who toys with the opposition.
And goes by Nedveds as if they WEREN'T EVEN THERE.
*snicker*
I can admit that Cesar was not great in this match.
The love, however, will always remain.
Chivu, meanwhile, still doesn't get any love, but he's really cut back on the sucking.
Apart, that is from when he randomly feel down and let Iaquinta pass to Camo for the goal.
Hai Capitano.
He was a stud, especially when everyone else was sucking.
Suazo came on late for Cruz and was pretty good.
CUCHU! Great, as usual, but hardly any pictures.
Look, the back of his head!
And, finally, away from the match, we had:
Stripey scarf of loneliness, and
Forbidden keeper love.
Next: CSKA Moscow (without Deki, Figo, Vieira or Jimenez) tomorrow, then a wounded Lazio at home. As usual, I'm frightened of both.