I'm totally being honest here, but I couldn't go to school today due to some serious stomach problems I got from watching yesterday's game. I mean, I usually have a hard enough time making it to school or just getting out of the house after one of the clubs I support loses a big match or is ousted from the CL, but I was exceptionally even more sick than usual knowing full well that the outcome of this fixture was decided already in the first leg. Even more sick after Sheva's goal and then revolted to the point of almost vomiting after what a small minority of criminals did infront of the entire world to make us all look base and vile.........it was like headline news both on Canadian and American sports talk shows, man. It was the only thing on my mind for like 24hrs. Head spinning uncontrollably, no sleep whatsoever.
There's nothing worse than having that incredible feeling of helplessness and hopelessness. You're the docile bitch and Milan playing the part of the brute rapist has got you pinned. Wrist, legs and just about everything else is pinned. That deja vu feeling of deja vu is being triggered again and the time doesn't seem to be even moving while you're getting violated every which way........what a nightmare, what a nightmare, man!.......excruciating to the Nth degree, man. Knowing and feeling without any doubts that you're club was their arch-nemesis' bitch last night, has been their bitch for almost a half a decade now and will continue to be their bitch for the forseeable future. I mean, except for that out of this world 0-6 result some five years ago, it's not like they've really ever out-peformed or outplayed us on the pitch. They've just some how found a way to come out with a favourable result just about each and every time, man. It's like you just automatically mark every game against Milan as a conclusive loss even before it's played if you're an Inter milan fan. You can fake and pretend as if they've got no effect on you and that you can take them on and even win whenever you go up against them, but deep down inside you know that it's a foregone conclusion in favour of Milan. You can't dupe yourself honestly enough into believing that Inter will come out with a favourable result....never, and especially not when that feeling in the pit of your stomach is signalling to you that Inter sucks a mighty big one against Milan.
We created more than enough chances to have come out as the victors over the two legs but we just simply didn't capitalize on great opportunities at times and in other instances, Dida was just simply WOOF, WOOF, WOOF. I mean, some of these shots he stopped were like laser guided missiles, man. Even Superman himself couldn't dare to attempt to stop 'em let alone actually do it. Get 'em that cape already, man.........sheesh!!!
If we're lucky enough to get away with a petty fine and a light suspension from that stomach churning fiasco, I hope that those who partook in it and those that egged them on get strung up from their balls and then be executed Mussolini style publically. If Uefa comes down on us like a ton of bricks and in an attempt to make an example out of us hands us a multi-year suspension from the CL, I hope that those who participated in that sickening event last night get strung up from their balls from an exposed, live electrical line, then shot, fatally, of course, hanged (only this time from their necks) and then finally dumped in a river somewhere.
