Roma v Inter
In olde times, momma often quipped "if you can't say something nice, don't say nothin' at all".
In these moderne times of sharp lines and sharper ballpoints, I say "if you can't say something that won't send the masses grasping for Prozac, don't say nothin' at all".
These thoughts are genuinely all I have at the moment, broken like a record constantly being tugged down by its shirt, as the eyes flutter, the head bobs and I stare outside the window at the vastness beyond the menacing, daunting 'scrapers standing in my way of a clean break and open skies, thinking 'well isn't this metaphorical'. Maybe more tomorrow, maybe not; maybe we all just find some poison, find an Inter fan, pour a couple drinks, one of which is tainted, and not care who grabs which glass.
Everything else is just a brainstorm which I'm slowly realizing could be published as a book of sports cliches. Why yes, they should play like champions today while swinging for the fences, not pulling any punches and giving 110%. But most of all, one thing'll do:
Just win, baby.
Squad
1 BOGDAN LOBONT
2 CICERO JOAO DE CESARE (CICINHO)
3 PAOLO CASTELLINI
4 JUAN SILVEIRA DOS SANTOS
7 DAVID MARCELO CORTES PIZARRO
8 RIBEIRO LEITE ADRIANO
9 MIRKO VUCINIC
10 FRANCESCO TOTTI
16 DANIELE DE ROSSI
17 JOHN ARNE RIISE
19 JULIO CESAR BAPTISTA
20 SIMONE PERROTTA
22 MARCO BORRIELLO
25 GULLIERMO ENIO BURDISSO
29 NICOLAS ANDRES BURDISSO
30 SIMPLICIO FABIO HENRIQUE
32 DONIEBER ALEXANDER MARANGON (DONI)
33 MATTEO BRIGHI
77 MARCO CASSETTI
87 ALEANDRO ROSI
94 JEREMY MENEZ
XI
Lobont
Cicinho, Juan, Burdisso, Cassetti
Perrotta, Pizarro, DDR
Menez
Totti, Borriello