Cross the finish by Eto'o is perhaps the most gorgeous of the evening, the icing on the cake. A of those things that make you thank the god of football for all the misfortune and the quagmire that which has the cast on for years. And one night we put aside all criticism of the company or team and all the anger and hopelessness for the general situation, which we are still outside the areas of our expertise, and celebrating. Celebrating the cartoons because we beat them and we moved away from the summit. We celebrate because we won and we keep clinging to the train. We celebrate because its fate has been our friend tonight, just against those who deserved it more if.
Do not forget, however, that if they fail a goal we have not already done for less with 3 goals and eaten by one of Matri Chiellini, in the second half. Let us not forget that your legs soft Inter deserved the first time this end, if only just for their arrogance of being the biggest and best and be able to have our scalp without us squirm at all. And let us not forget that an error of assessment (wanted) Del Blacks have played more than twenty minutes in almost 10, with Matri sore that although this comes close to scoring.
The commitment of the boys, however, there was the second time and was granted both inevitable reaction of both our tiredness. Attackers and defenders very generous, always there to come back to help defend. Good Sorensen test, which takes Eto'o at bay, which could cost us dear but step back with that reckless and absurd, then threat foiled by Buffon. Buffon takes the same signature in a couple of occasions decisive. Chiellini still a monumental, time in games like these. Matri, 3 goals in two games and hope that his injury is nothing serious, because he and Toni are not well behaved in public. Toni just that much mocked by opponents (and indeed even by us), we hope to make him go through all their laughter.
Maybe the next will continue to complain of this team, although with Lecce and Bologna should at least win to survive, but this is not the day. maybe we will lose place in the Champions League and UEFA and also one of us pissed off, but this is not the day. Maybe luck tonight, as usual, we turn our backs and go back to despair, but this is not the day ... in fact this is the day to celebrate and enjoy because the whole is taking them back home. And deep in our hearts let us hope that the wind has really changed.
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