Fiiinallly, the manager I love to hate gets the axe. Next stop, I hear Barcelona have done a bit too well in life, how about we send him there to even the playing field. Considering he's flayed my 3 fav teams Valencia, Roma, and Juve, only Barca left really. He leaves Inter after a fantastic Juve win 2-0 on Sunday, an Inter in 8th place, an Inter Mourinho continues to talk fondly of besides Chelsea. Chelsea on the other hand, play his old (and maybe even first?) club Benfica in an hour or so, and I was in the bathroom, and hence without access to the mute button, long enough to hear the as-excellent-as-ever Ten Action panel (Humpty Dumpty, Draco Malfoy, and the Golliwog) discuss how De Matteo keeps the Chelsea job after (and as an afterthought - "if") they win the Champion's League.
But seeing as how my top secret stem cell research to transplant Bat wings and bumblebee Mass to Wing thrust ratio into my pet pigs wasn't successful meaning they won't be flying anytime soon (unlike me and this Manali cream...) - let's discuss their coach next season shall we, after their imminent semi-final exit to a certain Barcelona. A certain Barcelona whose coach's good name was sullied in connection with the Chelsea position, up against none other than the good sir Mourinho. The good sir faces Apoel in an hour, handing out grinless ironic praise for Nicosia, but most definitely already looking to the semis against Bayern, who in turn will want revenge for his victorious Inter in the 2010 final. At least they get to host the final, where Barca should be clean through barring a hiccup at the San Siro, the stadium whose blue half will be hoping for Pep in their corner come next season.
Annoyingly rapid frames of reference shifts aside, AVB looks the favorite to inherit Ranieri, as Inter roll out the welcome mat that says "Failures welcome here" much like AC do with Geriatrics, Mdrid with Pricks, Juve with Rejects, ManU with Homos, and Bolton with Life Insurance Goldmines (geez hurry up and die already, then we'll only get one match worth of 2 minutes silence, now it's every single game just for a "get better soon" silence!!!). He inherits a team that is just as pathetic at his purported "energetic pressing and closing down" game as Chelsea was, with still-starting has-beens like Stankovic (whom I've nevvverrrr liked) nearing retiring age aka free transfer to AC age. I gleefully welcomed back Simone Pepe to the Juve starting XI and he ran riot against Nagatomo and Poli, while Vidal showed Inter (and sadly even Marchisio) what pressing meant. Forlan and Milito, though, brilliantly hard working and selfless as usual, I hope (with some degree of logic given the kind of role he seems to want from forwards) they get a run-in together more often under him if he does come - these two, along with Zanetti and Samuel, are the only saving grace of this despicable team (ok so I've named almost 40% of the team...bite me)
But seeing as how my top secret stem cell research to transplant Bat wings and bumblebee Mass to Wing thrust ratio into my pet pigs wasn't successful meaning they won't be flying anytime soon (unlike me and this Manali cream...) - let's discuss their coach next season shall we, after their imminent semi-final exit to a certain Barcelona. A certain Barcelona whose coach's good name was sullied in connection with the Chelsea position, up against none other than the good sir Mourinho. The good sir faces Apoel in an hour, handing out grinless ironic praise for Nicosia, but most definitely already looking to the semis against Bayern, who in turn will want revenge for his victorious Inter in the 2010 final. At least they get to host the final, where Barca should be clean through barring a hiccup at the San Siro, the stadium whose blue half will be hoping for Pep in their corner come next season.
Annoyingly rapid frames of reference shifts aside, AVB looks the favorite to inherit Ranieri, as Inter roll out the welcome mat that says "Failures welcome here" much like AC do with Geriatrics, Mdrid with Pricks, Juve with Rejects, ManU with Homos, and Bolton with Life Insurance Goldmines (geez hurry up and die already, then we'll only get one match worth of 2 minutes silence, now it's every single game just for a "get better soon" silence!!!). He inherits a team that is just as pathetic at his purported "energetic pressing and closing down" game as Chelsea was, with still-starting has-beens like Stankovic (whom I've nevvverrrr liked) nearing retiring age aka free transfer to AC age. I gleefully welcomed back Simone Pepe to the Juve starting XI and he ran riot against Nagatomo and Poli, while Vidal showed Inter (and sadly even Marchisio) what pressing meant. Forlan and Milito, though, brilliantly hard working and selfless as usual, I hope (with some degree of logic given the kind of role he seems to want from forwards) they get a run-in together more often under him if he does come - these two, along with Zanetti and Samuel, are the only saving grace of this despicable team (ok so I've named almost 40% of the team...bite me)
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