Davide Santon’s Inter Milan has passed Chelsea in Champions league competition.
Davide Santon was on the bench and is recovering from knee injury.
Like is lived a game in England? It is the question that all those which know me – and they knew that I would have been present to Inter-Chelsea – have placed me. Thus, I have decided to tell it to you in a cronistoria kind.
Like preventivato, the outskirtses of Stamford Bridge are full of interisti tifosi, but many without ticket. There is who it is gone around confused, it is not found again, it is not oriented, at the end it asked to a faith companion: “Excuse, but the stage dov’e’”. The other sorride: “There are davanti. They seem palaces but this is modern soccer”, answers to it.
In effects, when it is spoken about stages that are similar know them from te’, puo’ not being believed next to Stamford Bridge. On the back, there is a lot of the most exclusive club. But this does not discourage the tifosi, at least to judge from the billboards that camp outside: “Next match in house – law – Chelsea-Aston Villa: sold out”. That for it do not accustom to the English language means “All exhausting simply”. And we speak about Chelsea-Aston Villa, you had said Real Madrid… The tifosi of the Inter are crowded to the income, will be first to enter, perche’, viceversa, English – it knows – if they take much comfortable one to it.
Outside there is but everywhere discreet police, also perche’ the atmosphere is calm, but above all perche’ puo’ not to make nothing: the alcoholic ones are prohibited within the stage, but also outside! A policeman approaches itself to a tifoso and ago to turn upside down the beer in the tombino. It turns itself and impreca: “But like, when they come from we are completely gets drunk and I cannot bermi a beer in Saint peace”. Country that you go, customs that it finds… A lot in order to cite of an other onlooker, the pub outside of the stage is classified to the tifosi of the Chelsea. Not own the maximum of the acceptance, you will say. We enter and we head in knows it press, we ignite the computer in order to bring back the feelings of the immediate eve, we turn ourselves and there is Terry that crosses all knows it press to it in pantaloncini and ciabatte. 30 minuteren lack the game at the beginning and the Captain of the Chelsea thinks well to make footbridge between the disinterestedness of the English colleagues – evidently accustomed – and the astonishment of those Italians. We enter to the stage, the formations and the brividi they overwhelm to us. Murinho enters, the eyes and the choruses of the former tifosi are all for he.
The game is beautiful, fascinating and dipana between a indiavolato tifo nerazzurro – than in the second tampo, also before the goal, pialla the rivals – and that a little stuffed with wadding, programmed one, in style baseball American of English: “They instead seemed many robottini – the comment that we have listened to from a tifoso nerazzurro yesterday evening in a pub – we well, beautiful, toasts”. We share. In the end the minds are ignited and – even if we are in England and it would not have to happen – Thiago Motta pecks a beautiful portion of insults – and objects launch from the spalti – in order to have emphasized on makes it of expulsion of Drogba.
The tifosi of the Chelsea live the passion of the tradimento of the God Mou and they do not take it well: “F **** off Mourinho” is the chorus that lever from the spalti. But the Special is too much busy: it is there that da’ indications on any thing, direct also the barrier and the dismissals of Julio Cesar, is indiavolato. During the recovery it orders the change: Materazzi enters, than pero’ it comes blocked from the fourth man perche’ has a myriad of bracelets. All Mou in a moment tears them to him. Then… Then the festivity: the Captain under the curve “to instigate the tifosi”, the companions to enjoy the moment behind he, leaving he – right – the center of the stage. It is the last one to exit from the Pupi field and in foundation the chorus feels itself still distinguished “is only a Captain”. It has been the perfect, beautifulst evening and moving. You want to know com’e’ ended? In a pub, to bistraight drink, tifosi of the Inter and the Chelsea a flank to flank. If it is not the paradise, little it lacks to us…