Ah sod it! One of our greatest playmakers has just said goodbye and some of you are giggling over some voluptuous rich blond 
Pirlo's being gone, for me, is the beginning of end of an era. The fat lady singing before the curtain falls next year when the last of his winning generation like Nesta and Pippo will expectedly hang up their boots.
And, goodness, what a great era it was!
We were quite awful then; Zac failed, Terim disappointed. But if we were awful, Inter were being altruistically generous. A year before we swapped Seedorf for a future (by future I mean reaaally distant future) Hollywood movie star, they exchanged Pirlo for Guglisomething. And as if that was not enough, they gave us € 2,8 M too. After all, what are cousins for, right?
Under Carletto's tutelage, the two slowly yet steadily wrote their own names in Milan history. Slowdorf, as we compassionately call him nowadays, deserves his own tribute thread too on another day, but now let's talk about Pirlo. He is a unique player. That time we also had Rui, but somehow Carletto felt Pirlo was too big a talent to just warm the bench. Sure somebody will always say that he played as a deep-lying playmaker behind a certain Baggio in Brescia, but I think it's fair to say that it wasn't until he played for us that the world was made aware of the uniqueness of this position and the quality with which he played it. The rest, it's said, is history.
For years we've had the privilege to watch this sleepy-eyed regista orchestrated our attack. A two-touch playmaker. A metronome in the very sense of the word for he alone decided whether we'd play sideways, or launch a fast attack with a long, searching ball, or simply slow down the tempo and keep the possesion. I can't pick pick up my favorite game with him as there are too many of them, the 2004 scudetto when we were completely dominant, the night in Athena. And even when the decline was getting obvious he could still come up with something. Remember his thunderous shot out of the blue two years ago against Madrid, guys?
Sadly, every era has to end somehow. He's not finished yet but our team needs a player with a different quality now. Add the economical and fitness aspects into that and I think now, after another scudetto won, is the perfect time to part ways. But while my brain agrees with this idea of letting him go, my heart can't help but feeling sentimental because deep down I want to see him retire donning this beautiful red and black jersey saluting the San Siro crowds. Damned if I don't, damned if I do. That's the sign on a true great player I guess, when your heart is torn between the desire to keep and the necessity to let go.
So thank you Andrea, for all those memorable nights these past ten years, thank you for all the ups that deservedly belittle the downs. Thank you for everything.
Forza Pirlo!
Forza Milan!
Pirlo's being gone, for me, is the beginning of end of an era. The fat lady singing before the curtain falls next year when the last of his winning generation like Nesta and Pippo will expectedly hang up their boots.
And, goodness, what a great era it was!
We were quite awful then; Zac failed, Terim disappointed. But if we were awful, Inter were being altruistically generous. A year before we swapped Seedorf for a future (by future I mean reaaally distant future) Hollywood movie star, they exchanged Pirlo for Guglisomething. And as if that was not enough, they gave us € 2,8 M too. After all, what are cousins for, right?
Under Carletto's tutelage, the two slowly yet steadily wrote their own names in Milan history. Slowdorf, as we compassionately call him nowadays, deserves his own tribute thread too on another day, but now let's talk about Pirlo. He is a unique player. That time we also had Rui, but somehow Carletto felt Pirlo was too big a talent to just warm the bench. Sure somebody will always say that he played as a deep-lying playmaker behind a certain Baggio in Brescia, but I think it's fair to say that it wasn't until he played for us that the world was made aware of the uniqueness of this position and the quality with which he played it. The rest, it's said, is history.
For years we've had the privilege to watch this sleepy-eyed regista orchestrated our attack. A two-touch playmaker. A metronome in the very sense of the word for he alone decided whether we'd play sideways, or launch a fast attack with a long, searching ball, or simply slow down the tempo and keep the possesion. I can't pick pick up my favorite game with him as there are too many of them, the 2004 scudetto when we were completely dominant, the night in Athena. And even when the decline was getting obvious he could still come up with something. Remember his thunderous shot out of the blue two years ago against Madrid, guys?
Sadly, every era has to end somehow. He's not finished yet but our team needs a player with a different quality now. Add the economical and fitness aspects into that and I think now, after another scudetto won, is the perfect time to part ways. But while my brain agrees with this idea of letting him go, my heart can't help but feeling sentimental because deep down I want to see him retire donning this beautiful red and black jersey saluting the San Siro crowds. Damned if I don't, damned if I do. That's the sign on a true great player I guess, when your heart is torn between the desire to keep and the necessity to let go.
So thank you Andrea, for all those memorable nights these past ten years, thank you for all the ups that deservedly belittle the downs. Thank you for everything.
Forza Pirlo!
Forza Milan!
per l'amaro e il dolce
