Quando Chris Foy in un soleggiato pomeriggio di domenica ha dichiarato the end of the match between Arsenal and Middlesbrough, before the just finished my can of bitter orange (which is not love, as I told Luchino on the way to Pisa after the trip to Florence), I began to feel some pressure to get me , ears felt like notes of classical music with text that is strange because the words were just GIVEN "champions" in many languages \u200b\u200b... also before my eyes this logo 
: At that point I thought, but how we arrive Wednesday? We have arrived instead, load and concentrated as usual, with some fear but more in the Gunners were well aware that they were toned and ready to play by their par before the Theatre of Dreams. (Which to me, sincerely, the theater of dreams I do not think just because it is the largest in the Premier ... I could rattle off a few steps that she dreams of seeing rather than quell'impianto, however respectable! Do you want to put as Anfield? will be better close it here ...)
printed That nervous smile on my face and that of all the Gooners, Tuscan or otherwise, turns into pure nervousness in the early minutes of great suffering, and the defense as if it were dancing to Boccaccio ( Note nightclub in the province of Pisa, nda) and thankfully does not lose Almunia Trabzon showing reagent on header from Rooney and Tevez in close touch! The goal is unfortunately now in a mature and reach too familiar: a corner kick defense is not free, Carrick puts in half a ball that deflects adjusting for Silvestre O'Shea, utterly alone, beating Manuel despite the latest attempt to wonder ... Well, with all due respect , take one of those three goals in front of us are monsters, not just by the Irishman John (nobody has a clue how many outlets around a friend who loves the land of St. Patrick fan and supporter of the then United defender in the service of Sir Alex and Trapattoni)!
: At that point I thought, but how we arrive Wednesday? We have arrived instead, load and concentrated as usual, with some fear but more in the Gunners were well aware that they were toned and ready to play by their par before the Theatre of Dreams. (Which to me, sincerely, the theater of dreams I do not think just because it is the largest in the Premier ... I could rattle off a few steps that she dreams of seeing rather than quell'impianto, however respectable! Do you want to put as Anfield? will be better close it here ...) printed That nervous smile on my face and that of all the Gooners, Tuscan or otherwise, turns into pure nervousness in the early minutes of great suffering, and the defense as if it were dancing to Boccaccio ( Note nightclub in the province of Pisa, nda) and thankfully does not lose Almunia Trabzon showing reagent on header from Rooney and Tevez in close touch! The goal is unfortunately now in a mature and reach too familiar: a corner kick defense is not free, Carrick puts in half a ball that deflects adjusting for Silvestre O'Shea, utterly alone, beating Manuel despite the latest attempt to wonder ... Well, with all due respect , take one of those three goals in front of us are monsters, not just by the Irishman John (nobody has a clue how many outlets around a friend who loves the land of St. Patrick fan and supporter of the then United defender in the service of Sir Alex and Trapattoni)! 
The nightmare continues with Ronaldo's header was stopped by super-Almunia. In the second half the fears do not stop: the talent of Madeira hits the bar (still trembles!) With a torpedo and Giggs is likely to put an end to the semifinals were it not for the linesman to report an off-side is difficult to interpret even in the replays ... You say: ok, and Arsenal? Already, Arsenal? ... Almost never reached before "Edwin hands of butter," except with a shot from Cesc (absolutely out of the race) with a header from Bendtner (if he had not touched. ..). The same, however, would be a steal!
The final whistle, the return journey by train / car gives me mixed feelings:
- look at the negative side, we played badly, in fact we have not played their best ... were Almunia, Song and Gibbs for me, that the working class, the trocar fantasy (Theo Cesc Samir) zero ... more Adebayor has never seen, never served a purpose and duty to think about the beauty of Beyonce (and frankly it is really a nice thinking !!!!);
- But you know what? so beautiful, so show the Red Devils, and then come out with what? with a poor goal to give us, who will defend at the Emirates in danger of a possible tactic difensivistica pay dearly ... and then, at other times, we would have taken 4 and all at home, instead we play, and how if the play!
close with a treat: we attended the match in the new pub in Florence and we found ourselves in front of a giant screen with English skysports (finally a commentary as it should be with the great Martin Tyler!) and your volume reveal the surrounding Old Trafford that ... nice to hear the choirs of the Gunners there too ... because, as the wise Luchino, "Away we go who knows!"
The trend of the game has not moved much from this script. It seemed suddenly to have been catapulted back thirty years or more in the days of boring, boring Arsenal ... I see, the beautiful game has never even coupled with our glorious history, but since 1996, the year Wenger , we learned to get used otherwise. 
Looking at the glass half full, we Almunia to thank for its parade, which allow us to get back with the challenge still a good chance to travel to Rome. 
