Blissful transience or nail-biting exhilerence?

I am wondering how ye faithful ones o' MILAN are coping with the run up to the final. Are ye suffering with nerves, raging in revenge or soothing in the calm and bliss in knowing that we are in a champions league final yet again?

Let me tell ye that I am both suffering with nerves and enjoying the essence of "finalism".
Let me tell you what this final means to me off the pitch. A few years ago I met a special girl. I could not believe the luck I was granted, and I knew deep down, the relationship would never last. I knew but i didn't stop believing in the opposite. But then the imaginable loss happened. She left me to return to her fiance. What a loss from the jaws of victory. Then two months later the same happened again, in football form. The exact emotions I felt twice ! Oh, what depression. But, now, I have rissen into confidence, the girl has made me strong, i have learnt from my mistakes and now let me redeem myself. Let me cast away my regrets on May 23rd. God bless you all, and let the deserving team win!