So what do you do an unusual sunny and warm Sunday in October when in the city of Milan? Shopping, sightseeing? No, you wake up early of course to go to Centro Sportivo Vismara in the outskirts of the city to attend the Primavera derby.
Because say what you will, but there is no way a pair of shoes can compete with beating Milan in a derby. Ah but this was a game played by the youngsters you say. It didn’t matter to us or for any others of the over two thousand that filled the stands. When it was time for the kick off there were songs, flags and curses flying in all directions (but mostly towards Milan coach Cristian Brocchi, yes the former Milan player).
I bet president Erick Thohir was happy he showed up, especially since he got to see an amazing Gaston Camara constantly threaten the Milan defensive line and also scoring a goal (his first this season). But the star of the game was George Puscas who looked like a man among children on the field. He scored three goals in the derby and ran the Milan defenders crazy throughout the game. It almost looked too easy and it is hard not to agree with the Romanian U21 coach who says Puscas should play on a bigger stage.
So Inter beat Milan 4-1 away playing an aggressive football in a 4-3-3 formation. Beautiful to watch and obviously Piero Ausilio and the others have done well in scouting the youngsters, hopefully we’ll see a few of them in the senior team in the future.
Besides the joy of seeing the derby win the thing I will carry with me from this game is the cohesion between the Inter fans who as always were a rag tag group from around the world. We had the local Milanese Inter fans, Italians from other parts of the country, an Indonesian president, an Englishman, Interisti svedesi from all over Sweden and Ali from Abu Dhabi who met up with us when he saw on twitter that we were attending. Brothers of the world, in the truest sense of the words. And last but not least the glorious Banda Bagaj were there of course, with flags as always. These guys follow the Primavera all over and are die hard fans of the youngsters.
Standing there in the sun towards the end of the game, seeing a “lady” in her seventies flipping us off and yelling curses at us because of our anti-Milan songs and chants is priceless. And when our little curva all bellow out INTERISTI SVEDESI it is hard not to get emotional, and as for the Brocchi infame well that almost brought tears to my eyes. Because let’s face it football is nothing without emotion and there was emotions a plenty during this game. No shoes, no shopping.
Sempre e solo Forza Inter.
