July 9, 2006, the Italian national team after 120 minutes and nine penalty kicks, after more than two hours of suffering, wins his fourth World Cup soccer. The country goes crazy, suddenly disappear all the differences, they all embrace as if they were old friends, there is neither right nor left, we all world champions.
And go to po-po-po-po-po-pooooo-poooooo, all screaming like hell for a whole night. Only a joy for a people like ours .... just waiting.
After one year we were Italian, we always, only now when something goes wrong and someone asks "Why?" We may say, "fuck you care, so we are world champions."
PS: that evening we can look down upon the French, getting paid by their own coin, that their sn so snobbish and believe to be the best in the world. For them a single word: CHUPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
THANKS GUYS!!
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