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Yes it is, but not enough for the usual “silenzio stampa” treatment. The pressure was high for new coach Gasparini and the team delivered superbly in the 1st half, with new signing Ricardo Alvarez showing lots of promise as well as young Obi Wan highlighting why he was one of the few things buzzing under the fortunately short lived Rafa days. Milan was disjointed and uninspired in the 1st half and though Wesley’s (superb) goal came on a free kick, it crowned a team effort in ball control and territorial dominance.
The second half was unfortunately not up to scratch as Milan found renewed courage and showed more bite offensively. I hope that Gasparini is not going to be another one of these coaches who feels that they have to address the supposed “defensive” nature of Inter’s play by playing so called “attacking” football. As it happens, however, the theory is not always in line with actual practice, and so it was that the 2nd half performance wasn’t so offensively minded after all, since Eto’o was left to toil alone for most of the game upfront, the introduction of Pazzini coming in too late. Also, the omission of a creative potential like Goran Pandev was puzzling, particularly if the 1st choice instead was the relative unknown non-pharaonic quantity of Faraoni. As many observers have pointed out, Inter lacked bite upfront and was rarely truly dangerous.
Still, despite the missed opportunity of another title, particularly at the expense of bitter cujini rivals, the nerazzuris should not despair as this was from the outset an experimental outing without a number of key senior squad members, and notably Lucio and Cambiasso but also Maicon and Diego Milito. The fighting spirit is still there and the excellent performance of Wesley Sneijder, who the Inter management will hopefully know better than to allow to leave, Samuel, and the aforementioned newcomer Alvarez, provide grounds for good expectations in the new season.
It is very ambitious to hope to achieve the treble or even the double over consecutive years. For sure, this was not the greatest year for Inter Milan. The 2009-2010 season was it, and it has put the bar very high in terms of titles, incredible feats, valor, spirit and emotional ups and downs. How could one compete with that?
And yet they have done it. Like the Bride did to Budd, the nerazzurri’s cup win at the Stadio Olimpico last night (against Palermo) once again demonstrated to those who had hoped to bury this squad and be done with it (and notably certain people with a heavy spanish accent with a silly goatee to match) that they had another coming. One would have thought that the comeback against Bayern would have imprinted that clearly in most minds, but where there is a numbness of the will, there will be a way for bad faith. It does not matter to the fans though. That was a unique night for the fans, emotionally uplifting and up there with the greatest moments of 2009-2010. Even just for that, we are grateful.
Sunday night was also special and beautiful not only for the win, punctuated by yet another imperious performance by Eto’o and a glorious return to scoring ways for Diego! Alberto! Miiliitooo!, but also for a great game of two teams who both wanted the title and where the outcome hung in the balance until the dying minutes when El Principe sealed the win for the nerazzurris with a delicious tap-in from a well worked Pandev cross. Unlike the slaughter on Saturday night, which may have appeared deceptively balanced to some due to the Man U’s goal in 1st half, this was a true contest, with a bold and entrepreneurial Palermo side that refused to back down and who fought for it until the very end, thereby still giving their fans pride and joy even in defeat.
That performance was not missed on any who had observed it including Inter’s players, who quickly opened their arms to their opponents on the night for moral support and recognition, which was reciprocated in an emotional show of passion and respect that was glaring in omission on Saturday. This was a men’s moment, one which is not accessible to a bunch of emotionally undeveloped brats for whom winning is now an obvious entitlement, and for whom fair play and exchanging respect are perfunctory elements of protocol learned in school, performed with a cold heart of ones who have yet to experience major disillusionment. But it will come, don’t worry.
So now it is hopefully clear to all that Inter is not a squad that will give up the ghost easy. While most if not all of the talk in offices today was of Barça’s smothering of Manchester United, yet Inter again claimed center stage in Italy with this powerful and emotional win, undeterred by the chorus of the soft consensus around Europe’s new champions. And why should they be intimidated? With the lion king Samueeel Eto’ooo (grazie Recalcati) at the helm, the blue and black are still champions of the world, at least until November. And with the kind of performances that his teammates Milito, Pandev, Julio Cesar, Lucio, Wesley Sneijder, Chivu, Nagatomo and last but not least il capitano Javier Zanetti also put in, sprinting down the right wing at the end of the game like a fresh kid just subbed on from the bench, I think they have every right to want to claim it back very soon.
As Leonardo has himself framed it so well (watch here), the end of period accounts don’t look so bad after all: 1 Super Cup (won against Roma), 1 Clubs’ World Champion Cup, and to top it off, another Italian Cup. It is a mini tris of sorts, indeed. Joking apart, it demonstrates the extent to which this squad was committed to building on the successes of last year, not content to kick back and rest on its laurels. If you add to that a solid 2nd spot in the calcio as well as an exit in quarter finals of the Champions League, there isn’t many clubs who wouldn’t sign for such a season. Ask Arsène Wenger to start with, or Carlo Ancelotti for that matter, not to mention the Juve.
And if you didn’t quite get that point, think about the striking comparison with Palermo. Of course, the southerners had never won any title, so for them to be even present in the final in Rome was an achievement in of itself. Maybe the English press can convince itself that the same applies of Manchester’s showing in the final. That’s OK if low horizons is your cup of tea, my chummy chums. But the black and blue dreamed to achieve more: and the dream goes on.
It wasn’t easy but Inter fully deserved tonight’s win in the return leg of the Italian cup semi-final at the Giuseppe Meazza against Rome. A splendidly executed and deliciously malicious goal by the lion Saaaamueeel Eeet’ooo (copyright: Recalcati) put Inter on course for the final after a well controlled 1st half. To their credit, the giallorossi never gave up and fought back until the end led by a resilient Marco Boriello. It’s too bad that the Principe is still in his unlucky phase because he deserved to get a goal after brilliantly seeing Cassetti (or it might have been Burdisso) fly off to the right stand: this time the ever tricky Meazza pitch did not work in his favour and contrived to make him lose his footing at the decisive moment of the final shot to score.
But never mind. The nerazzurri have honoured their captain’s prestigious milestone by another win and are therefore in the final against Palermo in Rome on the 29th and it should be a great game no matter what. It would be a fitting opportunity for the Principe to step back into the limelight.