Picture* courtesy the latest installment of my usually merch-pushing Milan newsletter, which today, instead of peddling 'Rossoneri Underwear' or 'Sleep with the devils' [bed linen, not the negotiable affection of Alessandro Nesta] announced a 'Goal By Goal' programme, whose substance is that Nutrilite will donate 10K dollars to the Milan Foundation every time Ronaldinho scores a goal. No pressure there from sick needy kids, Ronnie. And why yes, that IS once-crocked, now 100% scoring record-wallah Pippo Inzaghi, who scored (again) (this season) (that's two goals in two games) (OMG YAY!) last night against Heerenveen, who, surprisingly, turned out not to shock Milan.
No particular angst over the Beckham-to-Milan plans. This is the team of Ibrahim Ba, Digao and, what's his name, Silvio Berlusconi. More importantly, this is still the team that racks up bizarre losses every other weekend to small teams that fight hard. My mellow is not being harshed by the free transfer of a hard-working winger (neither of which attributes Milan is known for) who's not going to get much attention in Italy. Cease to persuade me, my loving Proteus - unless it is with points.
Okay. I may have some Fiorentina-related news. It involves yellow ballet pumps. Please stay tuned.
* - eta: Blogger cut my macro off. There is a very real small child at the end of it, please click and observe for yourselves.
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*squints* Is that Alberto Paloschi with him?
I'm not sure Paloschi would be quite so tranquil about being hugged by Pippo?
Well, he is in his sickbed. Such are the wonders of medically-induced mellowness.
(Something about the picture reminds me of illustrations from vintage cookbooks at the gallery of regrettable food. I wonder why.)
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