The football was not our best, in fact it was painful to watch after chance after wasted chance was squandered, and Novara were clearly more than happy to spoil our farewell party. Ambrosini, one of the legends who will be continuing as captain, wasn’t even on the bench, but rather in street clothes. It was hard to see.
And
as if the missed opportunities weren’t enough of a reminder of how our season
was, in the 10th minute, Boateng was injured and was subbed off for Flamini. 10
minutes later and with our defense seemingly already on vacation, Novara
dampened spirits even more with a goal by Garcia in the 20th. 0-1 Novara But in
the 25th, Gattuso painfully reminded him who he was and left his legacy in the
form of a bruise, I’m sure, on Garcia’s leg.
Aquilani,
looking very likely to be sent back to Liverpool now, earned his token yellow
card in the 39th for a sloppy foul. I will miss him, but not his defending. But
after the half, that was just a memory, as Flamini scored the 4.5 million euro
equalizer in the 56th. 1-1. For a player who has not yet decided if he is
staying or going, it was a good “just in case” goal. And it was nice to see
something for our 19 shots, only 3 of which were on goal. It hurt to watch the
ones who were leaving miss shot after shot, Flamini’s goal felt like it made up
for at least a few of those.
But
it was in the 67th that the crowd went crazy and the Curva belted out that song… again. In the 67th, it was a
very emotional subbing of Supper Pippo for Cassano. Everyone on Milan did
everything they could to get him the ball in the box, but Novara was clearly
not going to help on this one. What he needed was for Nesta to come on, so in
the 81st, he did. And that was all they needed to make beautiful magic. Seedorf
crossed it in and Pippo controlled it with his chest and slotted it in cleanly
past Fontana. 2-1 Milan.
The
stadium exploded with delight. I bet even the Novara fans were in tears and
screaming. Everyone went crazy, and Velotta, our ref on the day, knew better
than to card anyone for timewasting. This was how it was supposed to end, the
legends leaving their mark on the pitch. And in the 94th, Gattuso closed a
chapter in Milan history with his trademark tackle on Rigoni.
The
legends took the pitch for their final curtain call with their children, or in
Pippo’s case, his nephew, Tomasso, whom he is very close to. For women, this is
like PFW or Porn for Women™, as nothing is more attractive as seeing players
with their kids. But such a sweet way to send them off, with their families
surrounding them. I hope all of those kids never forget the piece of history
they witnessed on this day. We never wanted it to end, but if it had to, Pippo scoring a goal for the last time in the Rossoneri jersey was the perfect ending.
Words
alone could never express what I felt, what you felt, what the crowd felt, or
what the players and the club felt. But I will try to sum it up with a few
pictures. So many smiles, so many tears, and at the end of the day, the players
left the San Siro, many for the last time.
Ambrosini overwhelmed by saying goodbye |
Zambrotta, surrounded by teammates, is overwhelmed |
It was just too much emotion to contain |
Such passion, even in the end |
Will there ever be another Nesta? |
Pippo accepts a shirt from the Curva, his 11 year love |
A player for the fans, with the perfect ending. |
Grazie ragazzi per il vostro cuore, la vostra grinta, ed i ricordi.
This post inspired by the songs of
the Curva Sud