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ADIOS IBRA, L 'INTER FLY TO MADRID

Last July, not just signed the transfer of Zlatan Ibrahimovic in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bmany experts (or assumed) recklessly rushed to say that Inter lost its top player and influential, could hardly repeat the exciting previous seasons: inter alia, of Juventus, "the 2000 Zico" Diego Ribas da Cunha and the other new faces are advertised in the above mentioned constant that professionals and others, seemed to have finally cleared the significant gap that after "Moggiopoli" had consistently sailed away from Italian champions Inter always. Theorized that an abyss had been excavated, mainly due the enormous capacity of Ibrahimovic, spectacular Swedish forward cleverly bought by Massimo Moratti in the now historic and healing summer 2006, but this year have recorded a resounding denial about it. But does the undeniable talent of the tip of Malmoe, ignominiously driven primarily by desires to change jersey attorney's voracious Mino Raiola, the club of Corso Vittorio Emanuele, now also extraordinarily already landed the National Cup final and win the struggle for full fifth consecutive flag, has not only centered un'agognatissima absent Champions Cup final since 1972 - the fifth in its history, the second in the boldness and explosive career of Mr. Jose Mourinho - surpassing the favorites in the semifinals Blaugrana holders of the trophy, but, especially compared to the first among the "Special One" to resolve the races seemed to rely only on the surface of the magic of the star players grew up in ghetto Rosengard, has done by increasing significantly the number of games played in a brilliant way.
Among the many players for whom money was spent to purchase the card, Ibra is probably the best deal of fifteen government Moratti junior arrived in Appiano Gentile not yet twenty-five to EUR 24.8 million (although in those days give for granted his move from relegated Juventus to penalized Milan) and sold for 50 million cash plus a striker of the same age and level as Samuel Eto'o, Ibrahimovic in the Milanese team he played three beautiful seasons and was decisive for the conquest of so many wonderful championships (and two Italian Super Cups). It has also gradually improved especially under the aspect of realization, has inflamed and filled the hearts of people with goals from Inter's technical and gestures of rare genius, has not escaped the controversy in any case but, indeed, has often stir with his strongly reinforced in the Nordic combined quell'accattivante impulsivity emerged from a strong combination: Bosnian father and a Muslim, Croatian and Catholic mother. History a stunning and powerful multi-ethnicity.
The man who in 117 matches with the coat of which was signed 66 Meazza and Ronaldo nets - in addition to diverse and never dull assists - it is therefore appropriate for a three year unconditional leader of the scepter, sometimes whimsical, Hustler cheeky and beyond, but always decisive and led by a single idea: the victory. Not the case, for example, Inter would almost certainly less than a championship: that grabbed at the end of a week in which several high-voltage s'eran delighted to speak and write at random, under the continuous downpour of Parma the hectic afternoon of Sunday, May 18, 2008, an afternoon absolutely unforgettable experience for the supporters of the Beloved. As memorable for the same supporter of Zanetti and associates, it was perhaps was the night before that last day of a tournament that, anxious to ninety minutes from the end, saw the leaders of the Roma coach Mancini space of a single, little reassuring point: apparently intent to spend happy moments in the company of his girlfriend or friends, in front of a light spring rain that unleashed in the shower no one imagined could be transformed in a few hours, but in retrospect must be hooked on what would consumed the next day on the lawn of the Tardini. Item Ibra, bravely entered the sixth of recovery despite not played a race for nearly two months because of a treacherous injury is not yet entirely dissipated, drove a prodigious one-two with the fears and anxieties of the followers of the Alfa and gave them the Scudetto number sixteen, and led them overjoyed at the San Siro, where ' arrival of the team came home from the Emilian city began a memorable celebration of the people on the crowded bleachers and sull'invaso first pitch then. And where, not only in the meteorological sense, it was back in the meantime the weather.

no coincidence that Wednesday to greet the arrival in the Champions League final of the boys Mourinho was a beautiful starry night, which illuminated his face joyful, overwhelmed and ecstatic fans who had just seen the end the epic challenge of the Camp Nou, now also officially aware of one thing: while maintaining the defensive el'indole prodigious strength steel, which often led her to stir the difficulties, the current Inter skin has changed from that of last season, which too easily abused to launch long for the enormous physical and technical qualities of the centralization game Ibrahimovic. Since August 2009, in the brain of the charismatic coach of Setubal, the choral movement and phrasing are now short almost a categorical imperative: as having no regrets about the sale of Zlatan, and today, more so after having heroically denied Barça's the much publicized "remuntada" and subsequent admission to the Bernabeu on 22 May 2010, the Inter supporters have no more than nostalgia. Who, already mentally projected the magnificent final act in Madrid, they have laid off with a final Iberian and "Adios" .

(Published 29/04/2010 on the site www.calciatori-online.com )


Zlatan Ibrahimovic
Born in Malmoe (Sweden) 03 / 10/1981
Forward
at Inter from 2006 to 2009 admissions
Total-Goals: 117-66
Wins: 3 league titles (2006 / '07 2007 / '08, 2008'09), 2 Italian Super Cups (2006, 2008)

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Welcome to the Jungle


I just 5:30 in the morning, rang the alarm has just dragged me out of bed. Thoughts are still confused and very slowly, the brain begins to filter through thoughts and reflections.

immediately thought 'kind of smell. I sense that it rained all night 'cause the air conditioning in the room shoot rumorasamente container laden air humidity'. I rise with difficulty from the position of sleep and I start sitting on the bed for a few seconds. I immediately felt a pleasant relief, the smell of that cushion on which she slept hordes of sweaty workers before me, in a few minutes will be 'just an unpleasant memory ... at least until tonight!

I ride around with his eyes still misty, laptop and 'still there on the bedside table where I left off last night. The screen and 'up yet, I must have fallen asleep with fatigue before the movie I was looking over. Now remember, this was "Berlin Calling". A really good movie ... but what the hell am I thinking? I have to move! In a little more 'than a quarter of an hour and I need to close the cafeteria to eat breakfast. I wait 12 hours and it 'a case for something to eat. The bathroom and 'one meter wide by two, a real niche which miraculously live a toilet, a sink and a shower floor that resembles that of the vessels. The water that comes out of the taps has an unhealthy odor and common sense suggests brushing your teeth using bottled water, which, fortunately, the container does not fail. While I dress on a chair known to have arranged a confusing series of adventure books in English, probably left by the previous tenant. On the table but there 's a giant jar full of a white powder, in all probability' is one of those crap American to strengthen muscles without giving up burgers and fries scofanarsi super-wide format. The outline of my predecessor, whereas the smell on the blankets, he began to take shape. Better not think about it. The air conditioner continues unabated to shoot icy air inside the container, making a noise that you wonder how it was possible to sleep the night before. A series of thoughts crowd in my head, without a logical, not a sequence ... I think the people I love, I think the magic of the rest, the pleasure of being in the company, it is good to drink a glass of wine and feel at home . I gotta go.

I open the door of the container and begin to walk a long hallway with laptop on my shoulder. At the gates of the other niches of the bags are placed with the dirty stuff that someone more 'late will take care 'to collect and wash.

When I arrive at the main door and push the red panic bar, reality 'appears in all its harshness. Out and 'night yet, on the ground formed a multitude of water wells and there is' mud everywhere. Come from the other dorms in a trance people of all nationalities', Filipino, Chinese, Mexican, American, Nigerian ... an amazing melting pot of races, facial features, colors. No one wants to talk and the daily ritual of approaching the table is consumed in a surreal silence. The air and 'already' and loads of hot umidita'e an unpleasant smell will close the stomach. I have not understood if this is the night of the tropical jungle marcescibile or fried from the kitchen of the restaurant.

not matter, I just know that I need to drink a coffee '. The canteen and 'big breakfast and you can choose whether to opt for something simple or something high-calorie from beans, eggs and bacon. A tea with a slice of bread and honey is the best choice 'healthy, even if those who must work all day in the yard under the sun ... it could not share.

To make you feel even more 'inprigionato, at 6 o'clock part of a concentration camp-style piece of music that you hear around the site and telling you that you should start to work hard and produce. The sound awkward and scratchy that arose naturally out of the speakers is the opposite effect.

Once again I put my laptop on my shoulder and after placing the tray into the collection area I leave the table.

Outside the dawn is breaking, and the path to the business and 'something indescribable. In the gloom I feel religious songs of Nigerian workers. Clapping in time and stand in a circle to pray through song.
The ritual is repeated every morning before starting the various tasks. They are real gospel choirs and the first thing that you feel listening to them and that are full of faith, but also an atavistic suffering!

My journey continues to the office area and while I sink into the sand beginning to see the first red-headed lizards that make their usual push-ups. All around the yard began to make noise deafening, the bulldozers start moving, the trucks began to transport their loads mammoth and the sound of intermittent reversing of lorries, it becomes a symphony ancosciante and more.

background flames twenty meters high rock and never stop as you move between different areas of the Site, the barbed wire and armed guards become almost imperceptible presence. After the first time it does not recur 'and the task in your mind become the weapons of wood ... water pistols in a display in form of reality '.

And I'm not yet arrived in the office!

are the 6:30, and 'still dark and I'm missing about 11 hours of work before they can even lie in the bed, smelling inside my container / house ...

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The cloud you would not expect ...


We just wanted the cloud of dust and ash from the volcano in Iceland to create even more 'suspense! Less than ten days after returning home for the second rotation, after more 'than 46 days in a row to work 12 hours a day, barely sleeping 5 / 6 at night, here's an ending that is looming effect. All aircraft to and from Nigeria are deleted, as indeed is happening in Most airports in the world.
We hope that in the remaining 10 days a nice breeze purifier put things right ...

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-dreaming ... A



Sometimes I find myself with the mind to dream of walking to shops, or for speeding on a scooter streets of London.

E 'is indescribable the feeling of prolonged imprisonment in the perimeter of the base or site.

In relation to the concept of freedom ', the moment the most' exciting 'when you sit on the plane at the airport of Lagos, before leaving for London. Gia 'you feel them in a free port, in a sort of protected area diplomatically. Then when you are flying on the way home you feel in a strange boldness, in respect of those passengers on the ground could potentially have discretion over your life, while they fly in the direction of civilization ', back in the role of the invisible and ... I say this with sadness!

But when you get to Heathrow ... you are so accustomed to the gloom social sniff and breathe for two months, the first light, The first billboards, music, the pageantry, consumerism ... they leave you open-mouthed for a few seconds leaving you with a stupid smile on his face. As a child in Toyland!

I can out of my head the feeling of disbelief ' and excitement along the way home from the metro! I can not wait to try again ...