Already on 15.02. it said again "Derby della Madunina", "Stracittadina" Inter against Milan, good against evil - a must for the MFB , although this time we were not able to compete only in skeleton crew. Cali had not assumed a low cost to climb in the middle of the night to Saturday morning as broken in Malpensa. The first time to the slow glimmering dawn promised a sunny Spätwintertag as Madu and Ezra him - picked up - but happily comatose.
After a masterful looting the local supermarket for the purpose of obtaining early afternoon eating thing was already become mandatory instead of attending a home game of the ASD Ramatese, the pre-Alpine valley located in a talent of the Italian national team. It was only a friendly match, but the "Pulcini '99" be tempted by something not to reduced use of Baveno and sent the young as well as earned in accordance with a thrilling 8-2 defeat at home. Their enthusiasm, commitment and willingness to run we would wish to Milan this season times, but 40-year age difference then probably make it noticeable. It was certainly due to an acute lack of sleep that only mini-Madunina preferred to please the present audience with a perfect imitation of Emerson. Still a nice afternoon with plenty of sun and good football.
The evening celebrated Madu, his Mini and Cali then extensively "San Valentino" with a self-invented 3-course meal - for the occasion was especially an indigenous females invited, whose aversion to chillies, garlic and celery made sure that we are largely the rabbit were allowed to keep for us. Well done! Several gallons of red wine made sure we work out some chance of victory for Sunday's derby, especially as a short reawakened Ezra on the Playstation several desirable results presented for this purpose.
Sunday morning it was then in glorious sunshine to San Siro. Mini-Madu was - under protest - made in a clandestine meeting at the local Ipercoop, because it was so at an away derby and the Curva would be full again. The elderly MFB Fanmobil was parked directly in front of the Curva Sud and the subway we went to Piazza Duomo to the usual Nigerian scare, "Palle del Toro," turning and Negroni-tasting, followed by tourist walking around stupid, just stupid chat and microwave kebab meal. Cali rediscovered several Alfas on the streets of Milan and was perfectly happy about it.
Late afternoon brought us one with Albanian Inter-"fans" filled tram back towards the stadium, where we looked at in the bar nor the rest of the afternoon games and then the guys from the Curva met: Even from here again a greeting Roby, Angelino and the boys from the north. Very nice also the folder that the invasion of our closed block but actually controlled our tickets and passports, rightly noted that the name on the ticket and name on the ID did not match, silently handed us both back and turned around. I love Italy!
The stadium was full to bursting, of course, but very nice and the choreography of Interisti we countered with a choreographer before the game and another - animated - during the half time break. Because this was necessary to touch a plastic snake, the Curva pulled closed rubber gloves. Very nice also the numerous flares were flying onto the field and gave at least an inkling of derbies past times.
The game we have seen even those who brought the Adrimano Merda with a skillful cast in the lead and increased Stankovic before Milan sometime in the second half woke up and drift away from Pato to the front left. If the referee would have dared, forfeited to the penalty Inzaghi to whistle too, would have earned even a balance, but we need referees and interactivity so, this year did not comment on - now that's shit has been 36 games against no penalty is get whistled. The Curva was always present in any case, colorful and loud - just the opposite of the poor blue-black audience, not even by the prompt "cimitero Un, un sembrate cimitero" was carried away to some spectacle. 2-3 times there was a highly imaginative "Inter, Inter" and that's it for now. Apparently, some children had done well in the first place nothing better than to tug at our banner, forcing some to go down in order to maintain order in the cheap seats. A large part of the stadium visitors but remained unharmed. Be beaten during our Squadra So the 12 blue-black on the field with their super goalkeeper Cesar had the Curva Sud showing again, where the hammer hangs mood in Milan.
On the way back in the mountains, a flash of the indicator was responsible for the motor control for initial doubts about a speedy return home, but from such a shabby lamp can not stop true Milanisti. Laptop Car plumber confirmed then the next day, that one with a shot-lambda probe could still go to Rome and a great piece of electrical tape would dim the lights on the dashboard disturbing fine. Did I mention that I love Italy? At any rate, the MFB Fanmobil brought on Monday evening, in fact harmless to the airport, which should rise in an away match in Bremen, the second part of the Berlin-Milan football weeks. The airport bookstores also led the right reading: A work on the cover and large red " ACAB - All Cops Are Bastards "was emblazoned and therefore was allowed to drive alone at the top of the hand luggage through the screening ...
Photos of the event it is on the side of the Milan fans in Berlin
