Inter 4 x 4 Palermo

Diego Milito (22’, 55’ - P, 61’, 69’) x Mantovani (16’) Miccoli (52’, 66’, 85’) Muñoz (54’)

San Siro / Giuseppe Meazza: Home to A.C. Milan and F.C. Internazionale Milano, forever stage to Derby della Madonnina.

I love Diego Milito so much that I want to shout it right at his face, release all anger and all angush I hold inside for the shine he and Inter have lost, but are finally retrieving: shout how much I love him, how much I thank him, how much we owe him. Shout out loud che io sono pazza! AMALA! PAZZA INTER, AMALA! Shout I was always proud, even when there were shadows on our faces and I knew he was our savior and not for a second I didn’t trust him with his duty. And then scream. Tap my chest right where the crest goes and scream. Like he does when he scores.

Unexplainable, but that’s the kind of love I feel for each one of my nerazzurri boys. That’s how I love every single one of them. If I could hold Pupi, I’d crave my nails on his flesh and tight him so he could barely breathe. “Più per sempre, sei Il Capitano…”

All love I feel for all my teams are not questionable, they own pieces of my heart in which their reign is absolute. But love comes in different ways. And my love for Inter comes bursting, tearing me apart on his way out, it’s violent and poisonous, though it’s a rather sober kind of loving.
It’s like cyanide. Just like cyanide.
And I felt the urge to say that for the simple fact that I was watching Inter x Lazio again. I could not hold myself.

Cyanide, I say.