Inter, the bitter Champions League of San Siro: the fans leave the stadium before the end

There are moments in the life of which we will remember forever. Every minimum detail. The wait, the clothing, the usual path followed to reach the stadium from home, the beer as usual bar with friends. Maybe even a pair of lucky socks worn for the great occasions. Hope and above all disappointment. The dream and the nightmare. The 55,000 Inter players present yesterday in San Siro to attend the Champions League final on the Maxiskem installed on the first orange ring of the Meazza will not even forget the apparently more insignificant detail, but more than everything will have the frustration proven after the blows of the PSG and that sense of impotence that emerged minute after minute in an increasingly stronger way by observing the team collapsed on the most beautiful.

wait

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San Siro used as a party welcomes its fans as if the game against PSG was played in Milan. Nerazzurri supporters who come from everywhere: Palermo, Rome, Naples. There are also those who have made kilometers by plane from Frankfurt, Brussels or Lisbon to be there, consistent with the symbol choir: “For all those km I have done for you …”. The air is electric, people are thrilling to enter the stadium and the sensation really leads to think that PSG-Inter is not going to play Munich but in San Siro. For the occasion, the Meazza remains “half” open, because the giant screen placed between the first and second orange ring occupies practically the whole central sector. The Interists place themselves in the stands as if Lautaro and his companions were shortly thereafter, but what would be the grassy mantle is covered by hundreds of “tiles” and occupied by thousands of fans. The queues to overcome the turnstiles seem more infinite than usual, but it is there that the moods are understood: someone has great confidence, someone afraid. Everyone has at least something Nerazzurri, most of the shirt. With an incredible variety: the most popular is the 10 of Lautaro, but there are those who have dusted off the 22nd of Milito and those who instead prefer the bizarre choice with the number 55 of Nagatomo.

inside the house

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Once the safety checks are overcome there is also space for superstition. While the wait rises stronger and stronger, a fan defrses a salire by throwing himself behind the salt looking for a little of that good fate that Inter will not find. Hundreds of copies of the Gazzetta act as a pillow to supporters who sit on the field. As soon as Donnarumma is framed, borders of whistles start, when the Inter drivers appear on the giant screen. The same that is broken when the former Hakimi unlocks and Doue doubles. A general jolly arrives when Thuratm touches the goal: someone deludes himself by throwing their arms to the sky, everyone takes courage. But when the recovery begins, morality is already under heels. The Tris of Doue convinces dozens of people to greet the stadium in advance, the poker of Kvara Ventinaia. San Siro quickly empties half an hour before the end of the game. Many remain, many cry, everyone says goodbye to the Champions League in the most bitter way possible with the worst passive in the final in the history of the competition. At the final whistle the general escape-fuggia which completely emptying San Siro in a few moments starts. It could have been an evening of absolute joy, it turned into the deepest imaginable disappointment.