This weekend will stay with me forever. ⚽💔
I’ve been cheering for Inter for thirty years. I’ve seen them lose before, but last night cut deep. This kind of pain doesn’t go away quickly—and maybe it shouldn’t. Because every wound has the potential to make us stronger. 💙🖤
Just like a Japanese porcelain vase that’s been broken—but its cracks are filled with gold. That’s what makes it truly valuable. ✨
There were plenty of us Inter supporters in the stadium, but something felt off. The usual fire and passion were missing. It was as if we sensed the outcome from the start—quiet, defeated voices before the first whistle.
Meanwhile, PSG fans flooded the stadium with smoke and illegal pyrotechnics 😶🌫️. No flags, no flares allowed for us—yet somehow others were. PSG played well and deserved the win. 👏
München itself didn’t descend into chaos, but the city’s public transport couldn’t handle the load. Thousands crowded the metro while trains came slowly, often without explanation. A foreseeable mess, but still frustrating.
In contrast, the streets of Paris saw cars set ablaze and unrest unfold. 🔥🚗
This wasn’t just about football anymore. It highlighted a deeper cultural divide between French and Italian society.
Forza Inter.
This wasn’t about winning—it was about the memory.
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