Good evening, everybody. Today, I’m in the kitchen preparing something really special, the only thing missing right now is basil-leaves. Hey there, Good-Lookin’. Whatchu got cookin’?
I have no idea, but something is boiling inside me, and I’m about to blow.

So we all got to start 2014 with a first half with an all time low-quality in the history of modern football, which was mostly about referee Damato trying to play and overture of Bach’s “Flight of the Bumblebees” with his whistle, strangling all the oxygene to the chance of getting play with some flow in it. Truely dreadful. Hardly any chances at all except for Andrea Ranocchia offering the ball to Lazio more than Mauro Icardi would offer for an oil painting of Wanda Nara to hang at the San Siro-museum. So we enter half-time without anything to remember but possibly a non-given red card for Andre Dias, a really ticked off Fredy Guarin and Stefan Radu trying to play “the Big Bad Wolf”, huffing and buffing at the house of the three little pigs, this time in the shape of Fredy Guarin.

In the second half, Inter raised their level during the first fifteen minutes, but we can’t get away from the fact that Rodrigo Palacio is way too alone at the top and we’re missing something in attack. This is overal this season. What’s bothering me so much today is the fact that we can’t manage to get even one bleeding pass correct. I’m well aware that we’re not Barcelona, but this way of passing is beyond any explanations and something drastic needs to be done.

My only thumps up today is Juan Jesus who did a really good match, a few mistakes but he makes it all right in the end, like the situation with Antonio Candreva, where he drops the ball and pulls back and reclaims the ball for Inter. Which makes me rather forgiving to such mess ups. Juan Jesus without discussion best on the pitch for Inter.

Until next game against Chievo I demand a big lift from Inter so we can avoid a potential spring of nightmares and if Erick Thohir sits on that big fat wallet and holds the Inter-torch I can only say that I’m a child of divorce, so do what you wish, but I want some expensive presents and now the transferwindow is open so, it’s time to buy my love.