Trip Start Jan 02, 2008
16Trip End Feb 05, 2008
Map your own trip!
Show trip route
And a just like Australia, they got one. They're Tim Cahill - Zlatan Ibrahimovic. Ibra. Swedish dude with a Serbian name, Inter's best player and one of the best in the business. He'd started well, but like a number of his team-mates, had faded as the game worn on. But there's a reason that this guy gets 6 million euro's a year to play football and I don't - he's goooood. Really good.
89th minute - Ibra skips around two Parma defenders, then the goalkeeper and fires a shot toward the goal
Inter are back in it. It's 2-2, and into added time. Forza Inter! C'mon Inter! Only 3 minutes. Parma player are dropping like flies in a bid to waste precious seconds. Italian's waste time better than anyone. Surely a draw is the best Inter can hope for.
In days gone by, a draw would've been fine. Inter had been average since around the 30 minute mark when they opened the scoring, and effectively had got out of gaol thanks to the controversial penalty. But Ibra doesn't dig draws. He digs winning.
92nd minute - Inter steal the ball in midfield and charge forward. Parma have got all of their 10 remaining players behind the ball and are hanging on for dear life. The ball finds it's way to the Chilean, Luis Jimenez, on the right wing. He fires in a cross, Ibra, holding off his marker, controls the ball on his chest and volley's past the keeper. GOOOOAAAALLLL!!
This match could well be the one that defines this football trip of the devil of death. It had everything that makes football such an amazing, exhilarating, sometimes violent in Italy, spectacle. And incredible venue - the San Siro is an 80,000 seat monster and argueably the home of football; a loud, passionate crowd, equipped with the 3 F's - flags, flares and firecrackers; goals - any game with 5 of them is going to be a cracker; and controversey - it was a penalty, it wasn't...3 days later, people still don't know for sure.
But, more than these things, it's the emotions we felt as we watched it all unfold, that will be remembered as easily as the result. We felt it all - excitement, nerves, frustration, anger, despair, exhilaration and of course, blind, unbridled happiness
As we made our way home on the tram we asked our friend, Gretta, who had flown in from Berlin to join us in Milan for the game - "So, what did you think of your first Italian football experience?". "Oh, yeah, not bad I guess..." Not bad! Not Bad! Chicks - will they never understand?
Next stop on the football roadshow - Roma...but first, we're going back to Milan for a Coppa Italia quarterfinal first leg between Inter and arch rivals Juventus. I hate Juventus...