My goodness, what did the forest leaves rustled, as Ronaldinho in his summer move from the Catalan capital announced to pitch their tents under the Madunina. "Swallowed Ex-Star," "marketing campaign", "New players in old boys' club", "el Gordinho" etc., etc.. Until yesterday evening, four were hit in Carlettos notebook: in the derby against Intertristi , the brace against Sampdoria and officially includes the own goal by Denis as his goal against Napoli. And now something like: The game dragged himself lazily over 93 minutes there, empty stadium, lazy and uninspired reserve players, as well as high-speed bullet weak guests and typical Milanese November fog. Shivering slightly moved to the hardcore fan adjusted the scarf and awaits the final whistle with a uneventful game. Then this:

There is not much more to say. Because of me but he should play football state, for my sake, he can have a beer belly and pull up at 5 in the morning by the discotheques - as long as he in the 93rd Minutes the tool box and unpack just once from the state of something like fires, if there is no other way. The man alone can decide games in Barcelona and all I care they should celebrate festivals on the Rambla, to have chased such a player for NEN NEN Appel and egg from the farm.

The Milan Lab is well known and notorious as a rehab clinic for an aging player, Milan's smaller family association sun to God like Berlusconi behaves like a retirement home for deserving stars, which then can choose yourself, how long they want. Also happy times to the 40th Age as Costacurta or Maldini. Chased or withdrawal of love punishes San Siro only youngsters with psychological problems such as Gourcuff or "Podolski from Florence": Alberto Gilardino. Otherwise, Milan is a haven for homesick infested Brazilian dribbler who can not only love the Curva Sud be safe but also feel in the team can, as with the national team away. All this will have contributed to the "il Denton" according to the perpetual pouting absolutely capricious audience of Milan at the Nou Camp, the bank wanted to go red and black, and it turned down some offers twice as high. After 2 years of footballing occasion to halt the course offered all sorts of banter from the cugini, who we all know Mourinho made ​​with Quaresma and the transfer of the century. The answer he has given no later than yesterday evening - with a lightning bolt from heaven.

For a change, I must agree with Ancelotti times: if it is what he can do out of shape and not to run, then you can look forward to what it shows, because if he is restored. Forza Gaucho, Facci sognare!