Alcohol flowed… and so did some tears… ghosts of 1998 were buried in a single moment of brilliance… Italy won the world cup... and there I was surrounded by a million Azzuris, taking in the pride the pleasure of their country winning the Cup of Joy..
An evening I can never forget, Zinadine Zidane head butting Matterazi almost caused a chaos... every French man around was looking for a corner to hide, the fear of the Italian Mafisio being unleashed on them loomed large, but justice was done and the man that broke my heart on that dreadful evening of 1998 was shown a red card, tears of joy rolled down my eyes, this was the moment I had dreamt off over and over again, the snooty French being knocked out of the world cup, a moment I am gonna use to smile a million times in my head.
The street parties the free booze... I was plastered and so was every Italian around me…this truly was a night of the Azzuri's...
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