Friday, Saturday and Sunday. 25 hours, 53 minutes and a handful of seconds to the "P" arthritis. I wake up, I read every newspaper I could buy. Those to whom I would not give me the € read them on the Internet. It's all stock to pass the time. I turn on the radio and around all stations. Now I became a specialist of zapping, I remember all frequencies and can change over 20 in a minute. I just hear the first word to understand when someone speaks of Rome, I do not want to hear more. So it does not, Inter have already won the shield. I open the book of the History of the Treaties, the consideration giungno 5. I'm still on page 75 out of 400. I doubt I'll finish it, but I really do not interest me. I get up, walk a bit 'barefoot around the house trying to remove the head by the thought of Catania. I take the phone, "Hello Ciccio, Caffettino to pass the time?" And even "From Emi if beccamo at 12.30 there." At least talk about something else, I hope. And instead the argument is always that. "Let us have no illusions," said Ciccio. I agree but it's stronger than me. This week I changed my habits. I do not study, do not go to the gym, I can not even communicate with others. Not much happens. I thought interviewing Aquilani for the newspaper where I work the wait would have weighed a little less ... and do not. I find myself always here to think about those 90 'which will be the longest of my career as a football fan. No illusions, mind you, I'm Inter have won the championship. He won 18 rounds in Parma Couto ago when touching the head and is expelled, he earned against Roma, when Mexes has been hunted for a second yellow card (the first because he crossed the field, the second simulation Crespo) while Burdisso, already warned, could continue undisturbed in his attempt to break careers. It does not happen, it happens. I come home and go out again, do not ask to be closed within four walls. "I see things ggente" some might say. Chat without much conviction, "You're right," "Sure sure," are the most popular answers. Do not expect anything original from me for some time. Reviews do not have hardly any. I just have the strength to repress the urge to clear the face who tells me "Really it's just a football game." Only a football game? This shows how much you have understood - mumbled to myself. It does not matter if others do not understand, what is important is that at least tomorrow I'll be with my friends. RIING RIING, is the newspaper. "Like, tomorrow I have to follow the Rome Testaccio and write an article on what happens at the Roma Club?". I gladly accept, though a little 'I'm sorry to leave the brigade. Seven years of militancy are not few. I feel a little 'guilty. Well if my absence was singled out as the cause of the sinking of the business? And if indeed, my absence was singled out as the cause of success? Just guesses. Just bad luck. Scudetto Inter has already won, and is also why I wrote this post knowing that carries a deadly bad luck. The only hope is to appeal to the black cat run over by Jeep of the Inter players for you to spend the last of his nine lives to make us a gift. It does not happen, do not worry, but if anything were to happen ....
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