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Here's a report I've written for my trip to Milano for the Bayern match which I've posted on another forum:


Ok, here's my match report for the Bayern game, which again is long overdue But I was thinking why the heck should I write one since Manuel too went for the game, arrived home much earlier than me, but posted nada, null, zilch, zero about one of our most best performances on the European football stage (PS, I had to type this all over again as my previous report vanished due to a server crash on XT last week )


Overnight at the airport again
Again, I made the trip to Milano from London, after staying in the Fog Capital for 3 days visiting my sister who's working there. Due to the early schedule of my flight to Milano, I decided to stay overnight at Luton airport again, though I wasn't that lucky this time round as there were no pretty girls at the airport to strike a long conversation to past time I tried to past time reading some Motosports magazines I've bought about the upcoming F1 and MotoGP season, though my mind obviously was thinking about other stuff

As tiredness crept in, I decided against sleeping with another 4 hours to go before my flight, fearing that I might overslept and missed the plane :scared: When it was time for me to check-in for my flight, I breathed a sign of relieve :relieved: that I was able to remain awake for 4 uneventful hours counting the number of breaths I had taken after putting down my magazines The number was 6666 breaths in 4 hours and for some unexplainable reasons, I was feeling confident for the Bayern game


Arriving in Milano
The flight to Milano took around 1 hour 45 minutes and I managed to catch some Zzz on the plane after a long sleepless night. When the plane was slowly decending in preparation for landing, I took a peep out of the window and saw an awesome view of The Alps and I had to resist the temptation of turning on my mobile phone and taking a shot at the beautiful scenery :tongue:

I touched down at Orio al Serio airport in Bergamo on schedule, bought an Orio Shuttle bus ticket to Stazione Centrale in Milano and I was able to find my hotel in just 10 minutes upon my arrival at Centrale A nice little hotel called Casa Mia at Viale Vittorio Veneto just a 100m away from the subway station Repubblica. The time was precisely 1111 hours, 7th March 2006, a day before the match against the Bavarians


Tour of Milano
After some unpacking, I took a quick 2 hour nap to ease off some fatigue and my first stop was to visit Milan Point at Piazza XXIV Maggio, since I missed out visiting Milan Point during my last visit to Milano. Took the subway to Porta Genova and reached Milan Point after a 20 minutes walk from the station going past Via Vigevano and Viale Gorizia.

As I was walking towards the entrace of Milan Point, I was quickly surrounded by several near the outlet asking me if I wanted for tickets for the Bayern game Diavolo had already gotten a ticket for me, but I decided to check out some prices in the black market and I was quoted 150 Euros for a 2nd ring ticket in the Curva Nord When I told one tout that I would prefer to have a ticket in the Curva Sud, he looked at me with a weary look in his eyes, peeled off 2 tickets without names from a stack of tickets in his hands and told me that I could have them for 350 Euros Fcuking ****... For 350 Euros I could get a ticket sitting next to Galliani in San Siro With a firm no, I declined the offer and proceeded into Milan Point.

For someone who's there for the first time, I was thoroughly impressed by the interior design, especially the walls of the cafe at Basement 1 where they hang the team posters of Rocco's, Sacchi's, Capello's, Zaccheroni's and Ancelotti's Milan sides. The merchandise store is at Basement 2 and they have a wide array of merchandise ranging from shirts, training suits, footballs, bags, keychains and other souvenirs. As I already have a huge collection of Milan shirts I only bought Maldini's DVD "Il Film" for 30 Euros, but worth every cent paid The rest of my day was spent visiting several of the sightseeing spots in Milano like Duomo, Castello Sforzesco, Da Vinci's Last Supper at Santa Maria delle Grazie, which I've already visited during my previous trip to Milano.

My last stop for the day was the posh shopping area at Monte Napoleone 2 stations away from my hotel, where a pair of socks could cost you a friggin 100 Euros Unlike our Gobbo adversary Hasuni from Sweden, who has met Figo and his lovely wife on a shopping trip, I had no such luck though I saw a blonde resembling Heidi Klum, and I would have been dead certain it's the gorgeous German model who shares the same birthday as me if not for some good-looking male companion at her side


Match Day at The Dome
After a night of rest and it's Match Day I have been in touch with Manuel a few weeks before the match to meetup before heading to San Siro for the game, but since Manuel and his friend (a Laziale from XT whose identity shall remain annonymous :tongue: ) would only reach Milano in the afternoon, I decided to spend my time in the morning wandering around in the fashion capital. It was close to lunch time when I reached Duomo and there was already a huge crowd of Bayern fans with their scarves, flags, banners, singing, chanting and taunting Milan in front of Duomo In fact, there was hardly any Milanista visible in front of the Duomo that I wondered if I was in München instead

After witnessing around 30 minutes of chanting by the Bayern fans, I could sense the neutral Italian spectators at the Dome were getting increasingly frustrated at the growing German supporters who seemed to multiply at a rapid rate. And when a small group of Milanisti appeared, waving their scarves and bandieri, the Italians (and I suspected there might be some Interisti in the crowd ) at the Duomo erupted to loud cheers and a standing ovation Though outnumbered, the small group of Milan fans countered the taunts by the Bayern fans by chants of "Bayern Fcuk Off, Bayern Fcuk Off" of their own Of course, I couldn't possibly miss out on the fun and responded with chants of "Ficken Bayern, Ficken Ballack" of my own


Appointment with the Doctor
At about 3pm, I gathered that Manuel should have checked in at the youth hostel he stayed during his previous trip to Milano. I picked up my cellphone and dialled his number, and true enough, he had just checked in with his friend and they were on their way to grab a bite. Manuel suggested we meet at Duomo. Hello!!! Anybody home!!! The Dome at that hour was crowded, and I meant really crowded that I could easily brush against the tight butts of several cute chicas just by wriggling my way through from Gallaria Vittorio Emanuele to the subway station :tongue: I suggested meeting at Piazzale Lotto instead since the hostel they were staying at was close to San Siro, and we could avoid the crowded train of both the Milan and Bayern fans when it gets closer to kickoff time.

I reached Lotto at about 3:30pm and I was wondering how Doctor Psycho from Munster would look like. From the descriptions I've read on XT by Paul (yohy) and Haroon, he's

1) Short :tongue:
2) Always grinning
3) Receding hairline

While I didn't have to wait long to know my answer, cause from across the street, I saw two guys with typical German looks (Well, I can tell a German by the looks since I work for a huge German Aktiengesellschaft :tongue: ) One of them was notably shorter with a distinct, unmistakeable "" look on his face, and dressed in a white robe with a stethoscope attached to him. Beneath that white rob, a white away Milan shirt was clearly visible (albeit being a fake jersey ) Bingo! I knew I hit the jackpot so I walked across the street, and with a "" grin back at the guy in the white rob, shook his hand and said "Ciao Doc" Surprisingly, Doctor Psycho seemed pretty composed and unfazed by my ability to identify him and replied with a "Ciao Dejan "

He then introduced me to his friend Sascha, also an XT member. For a Laziale, I have to admit Sascha is one cool dude :thmbup: cause I've not have good impressions of some annoying pricks in the Lazio forum like Humbird and Lightoller We headed off to the McDonald's near Lotto for a quick bite since both Manuel and Sascha had not taken their lunch. Manuel is looking less and less like a doctor to me by then, for his fondness of junk food and booze :tongue:


That's Part I of the match report, I have to continue Part II on another post since I've reached the limit for smilies per post

Excellent post ilgenio! I have to say that you make me feel as if I was in Milan with you! Well written, and now you have me longing for the second part!!!

Part II of my match report for the Bayern game

Just as Manuel and his friend were munching away at their food at McDonald's, I noticed a change in Doctor Psycho's face from his usual to As I was wondering what caused the sudden change in his facial expression (could he have bitten on a piece of expired, stale meat sandwiched between his burger ) Doctor Psycho suddenly let fly with an agitated "Fcuk Juve" (Ok, all I could remember was that Manuel swore when I first met him, but it could be before we headed off to McDonald's, and since the Bayern game was more than a month ago, I can't remember the exact sequence of events now ) "Fcuk! I can't believe Juve's luck!" Manuel said shaking his head :tongue: I knew he must be referring to Weasel, I mean Wiese's blunder which lead to Emerson's late goal for Juve versus Werder Bremen the previous night, an act which caused me to smash the table lamp beside my bed while I was watching the match on TV in my hotel room Don't ask me why the hotel staff didn't get me to pay for the damaged furniture though For some reasons, our conversation subsequently deviated from Weasel, oops Wiese's blunder into Berlusconi and his successes with Milan, much to Sascha's annoyance :tongue: and the German NT's chances for the forthcoming World Cup.


The Call from The Devil
With about 4 over hours to go before kickoff, we decided to kill some time by heading to............ The Dome :tongue: It was close to 5pm when we reached Duomo and by then you could hear chants and tauntings between the fans of Bayern and Milan. With a much larger number of the Milanisti now assembled in front of Duomo to match the Bayern fans, the "Bayern Fcuk Off" chants were getting louder and more intense There were riot police on site though they were there more for precautionary purpose. As it was extremely difficult trying to find a place for a cup of coffee and to chit chat at the Duomo, we had to return to where we came from: Lotto

When we were on the subway, I sensed a vibrating sensation in my pocket Yup, it was my cellphone ringing and just as I expected, it was the Devil's calling though due to the lack of network underground, the reception was really bad and the call got cut off just as I answered the phone I had a quick check with Manuel and he too had a missed call from the devil. Knowing that it's much easier hopping into bed with Tera Patrick then trying to contact Diavolo on his cellphone I sent him a text message upon reaching Lotto station informing him that I've met up with Manuel and we'll be waiting for him at Piazzale Lotto. At precisely 6.66 seconds after my text message was sent my cellphone rang and it was Diavolo calling again This time I was able to speak to him and we agreed to meet at McDonald's at Piazzale Lotto at around 7:30pm.

With another 2 hours to go before kickoff, we had to find some place to kill time before the match, sightseeing is definitely out since there's as much sightseeing places in Milano as Inter's trophy count for the past 15 years :jester: So we settled on finding a pub for a drink till it was time to meet up with Luciano. We found a small pub near the youth hostel Manuel was staying, though it was filled with Bayern fans :tongue: who were singing and chanting in German. I noticed another "" this time on the faces of both Manuel and Sascha, apparently over the lyrics that the Bayern fans have sung. I gathered from the word "Paris" in the lyrics and asked Manuel if the German fans were singing "We're going to Paris?" Manuel told me that they were in fact singing "We're going to Paris via Milan" :veiled: Little did they know that their evening would be ruined in another 4 hours

The TV in the pub was showing the replay of the Juve - Bayern game and Manuel went "Fcuk Juve" again after we saw Weasel's blunder This time Doctor Psycho was shaking his head in disbelief and kept muttering "Non capisco.... Non capisco.... I don't understand why the fcuk the gobbi were so lucky". :tongue: The Bayern fans, seemingly happy that Werder were knocked out of the Champion's League, cheered for the goal instead

We didn't stay too long at pub since it's been quite a while we took a leak and there was a need for us to relieve ourselves. Manuel suggested heading back to the youth hostel since there was no toilet at the pub only a small hole drilled on the floor meant for the snipers with a deadly aim and since I was carrying an excessive amount of Devil's Dust, I took Manuel's advice of bringing just enough for the match against Bayern and storing the balance in his locker at the hostel, which I would collect from him the following day as a gift for Diavolo.


The Devil's Advocates
We reached our designated meeting point at 7pm though there was no sign of Diavolo. By 7:30pm Manuel was getting a little worried that we might ended up missing the match :pp I told him devils are invisible and Diavolo could well have arrived, but he's just playing another of his mischievious pranks True enough, puff of white smoke slowly emerged behind the white robe of Doctor Psycho and a familiar figure can be seen gesturing to me to remain silent as if to spring some unexpected surprise on his unsuspecting prey Manuel must have smelled some of the smoke from behind as he turned his back around and voila..... In front of us stood none other than Diavolo himself, wings extended, with traces of flames still visible on his lips. "Ciao Prez! Long time no see" Well, not too long for both Manuel and myself, since we last saw him about 4 months earlier.

Diavolo's first question to us was "We walk or take the coach?" Without any prior discussions, our response was unanimous "Walk" and together with the hordes of devil's advocates making their way from Piazzale Lotto, proceeded towards the long winding Viale Caprilli towards La Scala del Calcio


Pre-match Drama
We reached San Siro 20 minutes before kickoff and we met more XT members outside the stadium. Amr, our gooner friend from Egypt (known as Egyptian_Gooner on XT) who was in Milano for 3 months studying Sports Management in college, and a Hungarian Milanista from Budapest whom I've forgotten his name It turned out that Egyptian_Gooner knows that annoying Gobbo who changed his nickname more often than Peter North changing his sex partners (Il_Grande, Il_Crap, Alex_Bianconero, Egyptian_Juventino, you name it, he's got it) in person, and revealed a juicy personal secret of his fellow namesake from Egypt with left both Manuel and me bursting with laughter

Diavolo handed out match tickets to us outside the stadium. I took a quick look at my ticket, yup - my name is correctly printed on the ticket and it was a ticket for the Milan - Bayern game. Just as I was about to keep my ticket into my pocket, I felt a sudden chill on my hand. Fcuk it... One of my gloves was missing, apparently dropped on the way to San Siro I gotta trace back more than 300 metres to a spot near the carpark before I could find my glove :relieved: And just as I returned back to meet up with the others, it was Manuel's turn with a look of horror on his face :scared: "Cazzo.... Luciano, you've passed me a ticket for the Serie A match between Milan vs Empoli game which took place last Saturday" It turned out that Sascha too have a ticket handed to him for the Milan - Empoli match.

Diavolo told us that he didn't check the tickets before hand since it was handed over to him by Il Barone at the Brigate Rossonere meeting. "Cazzo....... We have to find a way to get in touch with Il Barone" said Diavolo, and for once Luciano was a distant figure from his usual cool, composed, as he tried frantically to contact Il Barone on his cellphone By some devilish means Prez managed to get in touch with the big boss and we were told to follow closely behind him as we had to dash through the crowds of tifosi outside the stadium queuing to get into the stadium. We reached the gates close to the South end, and could see someone trying to slot the tickets to Diavolo though the slits of the iron grills. Il Barone must have spoken with Diavolo and instructed one of his Curva guys to hand over some tickets to us.

After some delicate displays of acrobatic stretching which would have made even an Olympic gymnast proud Diavolo managed to grab the tickets pushed through the slits of the fence and handed them over to Manuel and Sascha. The tickets were probably without names (Was it Doc?) but at this stage it didn't matter anymore :pp They got the right tickets this time and finally we could join in the queue to enter the stadium.

Just as we were approaching the first level of security. I searched the pockets of my jacket and my jeans.... Cazzo..... This time my ticket was missing There was some frantic scrambling back to search for my ticket, while Amr and our Hungarian friend remained in the queue so that we wouldn't have to re-queue once my ticket is found. Thankfully, Sascha managed to find my ticket lying on the ground at the back of the queue :relieved: "Hold on tight to the ticket. Don't lose it and treasure it more than your life" Manuel told me. What!!! Is there anywhere in this world where a doctor could tell you to treasure a ticket for a football game more than life itself But Manuel is right. The ticket is more important than life and death And Danke Sascha

As we approached the first security level, Diavolo gave his familiar standard instructions to all of us. "If the guards ask you anything, just keep quiet and I'll do the answering" Well, he didn't have to do any speaking as a wave of his magic hand did the trick again and we were able to enter the stadium without having our bags checked or questions asked


Ok, I'll have to save Part III of the report on the Brigate Rossonere, Curva Sud and the match for another post since I've reached the limit for smilies per post again......

Keep it coming bro!! I really feel as if I have been to the San Siro at this point...well actually, I feel like I lost my ticket while in the line...you lucky lucky lucky devil to find your ticket on the ground!!!

Anyway, hurry up with Part III already!!!

man, when Ilgenio mentioned that McDonalds in front of the fermata Lotto I could almost smell the food, I ate there... aaahhhhh... need to go back...

Part III of my match report for the Bayern game

As we walked up the steps towards the Curva Sud, memories of my previous trip to the holy shrine slowly crept back to my mind and I couldn't believe that I'd be back walking on the stairways to hell within the space of 4 months Before we headed straight to the Curva Sud to join the ultras for the game, Diavolo led us to a small counter set up outside the Curva selling BRN merchandise. Manuel and myself wanted to buy the BRN 30th Anniversary DVD directed none other than Diavolo himself but to our disappointment, we were told that they were sold out As it was fast approaching kickoff, we had to make a dash for another BRN counter situated at another exit to try out luck. It turned out that the DVDs too were sold out at that counter It looks like Prez must have done a really good directing and editing job


Back to Curva Sud
When we made out way into Curva Sud, it was packed and I really mean packed! A different entry to the Curva from the one I've experienced during my last trip since I arrived at the stadium very early on my previous trip and there's no need to jostle my way through the crowd to move to the front rows of the 2nd ring. The front rows of the Curva Sud are restricted zone but with Diavolo around we had no problems watching the game from the front rows A few of the ultras even recognised me from my previous trip 4 months ago and gave me a :thmbup: I noticed a few rows of empty seats in front of the Curva and Diavolo explained to me that the seats were reserved for the ultras from our twin club, Brescia, who were making their way from Brescia to support Milan in the CL

The Curva guys started distributing red balloons in the Curva and the Curva soon became a sea of red as balloons were being inflated. Just as I was about to inflate my balloon, a teenage guy whom Diavolo told me had been bugging him for months approached me for the translation of some Japanese words. The Japanese words turned out to be 2 Kanji characters which coincidentally have the same pronounciation in Japanese. He showed me the translation from Babelfish for 情 (passion) and 誠 (sincerely) but he wanted a 2nd opinion from someone who speaks Japanese since Babelfish is known for translating every word literally :pp I replied that emotion would be a more appropriate translation for 情, though passion is still acceptable, and for once Babelfish seems rather accurate with their translations What left me puzzled was the choice of words he picked for the translation :tongue: which Prez informed me later that he wanted to have those words tattooed on his body. What! Tattoo If any Milanista were to leave any permanant Kanji wordings on his body, it has to be words like 米蘭萬歲 (Forza Milan!) or 魔 (Diavolo), no less

By then the Brescia ultras made their way to the Curva and took up the first five to six rows in the 2nd ring. The Curva was in a sea of red as everyone (including the Brescia fans) were swinging the red balloons and I was virtually deafen by the loud roars of Woooooooooooooooo which even the Nature Boy Ric Flair would have difficulties impersonating Even though I had experienced the loudness in the Curva during my last trip to San Siro, the decibels seemed to reach new heights in a Champions League game and you could virtually feel your adrenaline pumping your heart revving like the engine of an F1 engine Yup, I'm back to the land of the Milan ultras

It was approaching kickoff time and we spotted Il Barone slowly making his way to the front row of the Curva. Diavolo personally introduced Manuel, Sascha, Amr, our Hungarian friend from Budapest and me to Il Barone and the Curva boss recognised me from my previous trip Knowing that Il Barone collects baseball caps and wears a different one to every matchday, I handed him a gift which I prepared, a Chicago White Sox cap which Il Barone acknowledged with a :thmbup: Before entering the Curva, I was pretty nervous about getting the wrong cap since I noticed Il Barone was wearing a Yankees cap during my visit to San Siro, and giving him a White Sox cap is like giving a Milanista an Inter cap It was only upon Diavolo's reassurance, and the look on Il Barone's face after he received the gift that I was convinced he's not a Yankees fan :relieved: For the record, I'll never buy a Yankees cap They're the Juve of baseball

The players made their way of the tunnel for the game and every Bayern players name announced in the PA system was greeted by loud jeers, hisses and chants of

"Bayern fcuk off.... Bayern fcuk off....."
"Bayern Bayern Bayern fcuk off......"

And when the names of the Milan players were announced, the Curva simpy went nuts The Curva shouted the players' names when their numbers were announced in the PA system.

"DIDAAA......."
"NESTAAAA....."
"KALADZEEE......."
"STAMMMMM......"
"SERGINHOOOO......"
"PIRLOOOOO......"
"VOGELLLLL....."
"SEEDORFFF...."
"KAKAAAA....."
"SHEVCHENKOOOO..."
"INZAGHIII......."


Nothing like a good old yell to get your vocal chords ready for the intense 90 minutes of singing soon to follow Just as I blew a speck of the mystical Dragon's Dust off the 2nd ring, a flare can be seen flying off from the Curva Nord and landing right in the middle of the huge Champion's League football logo waved by the ballboys in the center circle Alright, who let in the Interisti for this match Fortunately, the flare landed right in the middle of the CL logo and none of the ballboys were hit and the respective teams took their positions on the pitch in anticpation of the kickoff whistle.

The Match
Alright, by now all of you know the match finished 4-1 As difficult as it is, I'll try to keep the match details as concise as possible

With the first leg finished 1-1, we attacked the Curva Nord end in the first half and right from the whistle we had a concrete gameplan

ATTACK
ATTACK
ATTACK

It didn't take long for us to open the scoring as Serginho intercepted a poor Demichelis pass, beat his marker with a sudden change of acceleration and crossed in to an unmarked Inzaghi to head home from six yards in the 8th minute. Wooooooooooooooooo.......... For a moment I couldn't hear anything except the roar of the Curva! And Diavolo, Manuel and me were hugging one another, jumping, stomping and it's amazing the seats we were standing on remained intact

"Ooi ooi ooi........."
"Ooi ooi ooi ooi........."
"Pippo Inzaghi segna per noi....."

Sang the Curva in appreciation of Inzaghi's goal.

The early goal lifted the team and our intense pressure was rewarded in the 23 minute when we were awarded a penalty after Ismael was judged to have pulled down Inzaghi in the box. Sheva stepped up, and the Curva were going Oooohhhh........ and it would have ended up in a OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH had Sheva scored Instead, the Oooohhhh became the ooohhh of disappointment and frustrations as Lo Tsar drilled the PK wide. Many in the Curva were pissed at Oliver Kvnt unsportinglike behaviour as he tried to wind up Sheva after the PK miss

But the Curva didn't have to wait long to erupt again as shortly after the PK miss, a cross from the right by Stam found Sheva at the near post and Lo Tsar's glancing header flew past the arms of a diving Oliver Kvnt into the net!!! And the Curva sang Sheva's song this time:

"Non è un brasiliano però
che gol che fa
il fenomeno lascialo la
qui c'è Sheva
lalalalalalalala Sheva Sheva....."


Just as we were starting to cruise through the game, Bayern hit back with a goal from Ismael after Dida could only parry a fierce long-range Schweinsteiger free kick off his chest and Ismael tapped in from six yards This time it was the 1st ring under the Curva Nord, where the Bayern fans were seated, that erupted to huge cheers of celebrations. I took a look at Diavolo and to say his was pissed was a massive understatement :tongue: "Fcuk! It's Dida again" And it's not very often our normally calm, composed Presidente loses his cool

Bayern were exerting heavy pressure in the search of an equalising goal, which would see them having the away goal advantage and Ballack further incensed the San Siro crowd with a wild lunge on Pirlo which saw the German skipper getting booked. Nonetheless, the Curva guys weren't impressed and responded with chants of

"Ballack fcuk off....... Ballack fcuk off....."
"Ballack Ballack Ballack fcuk off...."

Bayern finished the half strongly and there was a moment of silence in the Curva just before halftime as Deisler ballooned a shot over the bar with Dida stranded just right in front of the Curva Sud :scared:

At halftime, Diavolo, Manuel and myself briefly discussed about the 1st half and we all agreed that had Sheva scored that penalty, he wouldn't have converted the chance created by Stam. Another 45 minutes to go and our qualification was not secured by any means, I could see a rather tense look on the face of Doctor Psycho Another fellow ultra in the front row who recognised me from my previous trip patted me on the shoulder and passed me a balloon, which I burst to ease a little of the tension.

As the 2nd half resumed, a Brescia fan who was standing beside me moved down a row in the Curva so that I could have more stretching space :pp after hearing that I had travelled across 2 continents just to watch my favourite football team in action 2 minutes from the restart, loudness was restored in the Curva Sud again as Milan scored the third goal :goal:

Serginho again blazed through from the left, sent a low cross into the box which caused a defensive mixed up between Ismael and Lizarazu, and Inzaghi, with Kvnt already commited to the save, hooking the ball up with at chest height with his right boot and headed into an empty net.

"Ooi ooi ooi........."
"Ooi ooi ooi ooi........."
"Pippo Inzaghi segna per noi....."

Inzaghi's song was sang for the 2nd time this time the goal was scored directly in front of the Curva Sud.

By the time Sheva set up Kaka for the fourth goal on the hour mark, it was game set match.

"Siam venuti fin qua..."
"Siam venuti fin qua..."
"Per vedere segnare Kaka........."

The Bayern players lost their motivation after Kaka's goal and were waiting for the final whistle, while San Siro now were in a state of estacy and the Milanisti performed several rounds of Mexican waves The fans in San Siro gave the goalscorers Inzaghi, Shevchenko and Kaka a standing ovation as Ancelotti replaced them with Gilardino, Ambrosini and Rui Costa respectively What a night! What an awesome display against a powerhouse from Europe! And what a story to tell your children and grandchildren Haroon is right, watching a Champion's League in San Siro is different from watching a league game

As the final whistle blew, there some cheers in the Curva Sud as there was news that Liverpool has lost 2-0 at Anfield to Benfica. Diavolo took a photo of Manuel, Sascha and me in the Curva Sud and we headed off for supper. Along the way, we were discussing about our possible quarter final opponents and Diavolo simply replied "Any team but Inter" :tongue:

Once again, it was another memorable trip for me to the holy shrine of football. A big Grazie Mille to Luciano for being an exceptional host And for those who have yet make the trip to La Scala del Calcio, you won't know what you're missing till you've been there

This is incredible...
My dream is to one day sit in the Curva Sud, and I have just registered on XT so maybe I can meet some of the people you talk about here.

Originally Posted by acmilan918

This is incredible...
My dream is to one day sit in the Curva Sud, and I have just registered on XT so maybe I can meet some of the people you talk about here.

It'll be one helluva experience you won't forget
PS: And no one sits in the Curva Sud It's 90 minutes of loud singing and adrenaline pack stuff

Hi everybody.Me and two of my friends want go to the Milan,to enjoy Sun Siro.But before i just want to know answer to one easy question.Have we any or how big chance to buy tickets for us one day before match(saturday)?And the best place is the first ring-for the best contact with the best.Thanks for your help.Just the best for red-black...(TT)

so whos gonna win milan or barca?

Originally Posted by giustinomilan

so whos gonna win milan or barca?

obviously milan we have to stop ronaldinho and shevchenko has to step up

Thanks for the images...thanks for letting me sit in the San Siro though your words.

If you are ever in Jamaica, please let me know, and I will do all I can to ensure that you have the best time!!!

Respect my man!! Bless!!!!