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So, yeah, I have one of the shortest attention spans in the world. But I really think I've just become a Nesta fan for life. His story is just so dramatic.

example:

Imagine that you're born in a family of dedicated fans, and we're not talking about watch-a-game-once-in-a-while dedication but the kind that leads in some cases to religious conversion. They, and now you, support a football club, Lazio, that frankly kind of sucks. Its been relegated to Series B at times, and while its uber-rival Roma (and, we're not talking Cubs vs Sox rivalry here; we're talking Friday Night Lights small town Texas football rivalry) isn't all that great either, it has at least managed to hang on to Series A.

You like playing football, are pretty good at it, and it isn't long before a scout from Roma takes interest and asks you to join their football club. Your father, of course, says no - it might be better not to play at all than to play for the wrong team. Fortunately for you, the right team does eventually take an interest. You join when you're eleven, rise through their squad to start playing professional games at sixteen. It is an opportunity that most Italian players don't get until their twenties, if at all.

That isn't the end of it, though. You're a star, the real thing. At eighteen you're called to play for Italy's under-21 squad, and when the team wins you're voted best defender of the games; at 20 you're named the best defender in the world by your hero, Baresi; at 21 you're nominated captain of your team, which you lead to national victory for the first time in over twenty years, and then again and again. You sign a five year multi-million dollar contract, the most lucrative contract that a defender has ever signed.

Of course there are tragedies along the way. Your injury in 1998 when it was rumored that you might not recover, the death of your sister that you refuse to discuss with the media. But you're living your dream, and that of your family and neighbors and friends and city; every day you're playing with your idols and your friends, with Chamot who you used to watch on TV and who now stands beside you on the field, with Sclosa who invites you to family dinners so you don't feel homesick, with Favalli who gave you a scooter when you first debuted, just because you looked so tired every morning from the commute. You hate talking to the press, but in one of the few statements you make, you say that you would like to play with Lazio until you're 35, that you never want to leave Rome and therefore hope that one day, like Baresi, they will retire your number. In yet another interview, you say that you have two wishes - to remain at Lazio and to always be coached by Eriksson. Nothing about becoming the best football player in the world (though undoubtedly you would like to be) or the richest or the most famous (you have never really cared for the money or the fame). You just want for this dream to last.

And then, one day, things starts to come undone. There are lawsuits over deals penned by your agent while you were injured; there is yet another injury that takes you out of the World Cup, and you watch from the sidelines as Italy suffers a devastating loss; there is talk that Lazio is going bankrupt after a series of unwise acquisitions, that it might have to start selling off players, that it might have to sell you; scouts and management from clubs throughout the continent come to see you and you play the worst game of your life, letting through goal after goal until the coach is forced to bench you. It is a catastrophe. Years later you will call it the most humiliating experience of your life. The talk of selling you intensifies; you see the same headlines in every newspaper, your face staring back at you. You spend the summer in limbo, rumors swirling around you, the city frantic and mesmerized. Cragnotti, the president of the club, assures Lazio fans that there is no way he would sell you, and even your greatest rival, Roma's star striker Totti, says that you must remain. That you're his other half, that if you left Roman football would lose its flavor.[1] So even though you've heard rumors of negotiations, deals to transfer you to other teams, you begin to hope that everything will blow over.

And then, on the last day of the transfer season, management calls you in. Tells you that the rumors were right, after all, that the negotiations have been concluded. That they want to sell you, must sell you. That Milan has offered over thirty million, and moreover agreed to resolve your lawsuit. And you are tired of the uncertainty, tired of fighting, have never had a head for numbers or enough business-savvy to contradict their claims, your new agents care more for team management than you and urge you to take this deal, and the season has already left you with little confidence in yourself. You agree.

The news comes out a day later and no one can believe it. Zinedine Zidane describes the transfer as stratospheric. You're Lazio's captain, its bandiera, the symbol of Rome, the brightest jewel on Lazio's crown, the best loved idol of the Laziali, praise heaped on praise; for many fans you are Lazio. The streets of Rome break out in riot, cars and newsstands burnt; Cragnotti is forced to call for police protection around his villa. The fans who used to worship you, follow your every game and chant your name from the stands, who wanted to name streets in your honor, who could never find words enough to describe what you meant to them - many of these fans will never forgive you for accepting management's decision, for leaving. Football isn't just a sport here, isn't just entertainment. Its riot-causing and life-threatening deadly serious, and even your own family doesn't know what to think.

You move to Milan, which welcomes you with open arms, relishing its coup. In the interviews you give (that you, once again, have no choice but to give) you apologize to your former fans; thank them, and thank your former team, and even thank Cragnotti, who had once said that you were non-transferable, and then later that he wouldn't sell you for less than 45 million euros, and later, after the transfer and facing threats and recriminations and repeated Why's, that of course you weren't worth 45 million anymore; you weren't the player you had been, after all.

Less than a month later you have to return to Rome, to Olimpico, to your former team. There is a practice session in which every camera is pointed at you, every reporter is scrutinizing your every move, trying to approach you. Like hunters circling their prey, ready to report the slightest abnormality. But you give them nothing. You seem so calm that they don't know how to read you; you joke with the groundskeeper about how the pitch isn't as tidy as it used to be, laugh with your -new- teammates, mock-wrestle with one during a break in the training.

The next day, the day of the match, you're welcomed to your former stadium - your former home - by deafening boos. Your expression doesn't change, but later you can't seem to stay still, can't stop adjusting your hair behind your ears, again and again. In the dressing room after the warm-ups, someone will tell the reporters that you were shaking, but that when it was time to come out on the field again, you gathered yourself together, tightened your lips and looked up with steely determination in your eyes. Another reporter will interview your brother, Fernando. Will write that Fernando didn't know who to cheer for, the team he loves or you, his brother; that he wished for a draw. (Exactly the kind of details that reporters love to write about, and this is yet another reason you hate them.)

You play for 79 minutes against your former teammates, the men you used to lead; give the game everything you can. When your captain - you have a captain now - scores, you don't rush to congratulate him, and when you leave, you see the sarcastic banners wishing you "CIAAAOOOO", hear the faint applause drowned by jeers. You don't raise your head, walk quickly away. This is the city that you were born in, that you had lived all your life in; these are the fans that had always, before, supported you, among them neighbors, friends, family. This is the day you realize that your dream has ended.

And yet, you never betray any resentment, any bitterness. You move on, try to make Milan your new home; in the months to follow, you play some of the most brilliant games of your career.

---

So I wrote this mainly from what my friend told me about Nesta and the articles she linked me to. (Let me know if there's anything inaccurate?) I'm completely enthralled with Nesta's career, all his high points and low ones. And this is only the half of it, too - I could seriously go on and on about the further injuries he suffered, his partnership with Maldini and how he fits into the Milan team, his friendship with Cannavaro, rivalry with Totti, etcetc. His career is amazingly dramatic, especially considering that outside Italy he's virtually unknown (and seems to like it that way, too). But I won't, because I'm lazy, and this is the part that really hooks me anyway, this and the fact that he's settled into Milan now. There were rumors last year that he would go back to Lazio, but instead he renewed his contract with Milan, said that he's happy where he is and hopes to retire there. And I really admire that, how he was able to let his old dreams go, without any fuss or bitterness, especially in the beginning when it was the last thing he could've wanted (there is an interview that says that he was hoping until the end that the transfer wouldn't go through), how he was able to move on with such grace and professionalism.

When asked about that time now, he says: "Thrown unexpectedly into a completely different reality, at first I found it hard to get used to it because I missed my world, a difficulty that was also mirrored on the pitch, in my performance. However, I found colleagues I knew, like Paolo Maldini (who helped me a lot), and managers always attentive to every situation. Now I feel fine, perfectly integrated in rossoneri ways and in the city."

When he transferred, those first few days, Milan had been crazy supportive of him, as if to make up for the way Rome had completely rejected him - they welcomed him like no other player before and, even more importantly, there were no signs of friction from the team. (One of the AC Milan players, Ibrahim Ba, without being asked, offered his #13 jersey to Nesta - because, he said, he knew that it was an important number, the one Nesta had always played under.[2]) And by now Nesta's become so integral, so instrumental in that club's victories, that its hard to even imagine it without him, and he's never expressed regrets at the way the transfer turned out. And yet, and yet. The part that grabs me, that makes it all bittersweet. Even now, when asked what the best moment of his career was. Nesta doesn't name the under-21 world cup win, or the semifinal euro win, or any one of the several championships he won with Milan. He says: "winning the scudetto with Lazio. It was really a childhood dream come true."



[1] New rule - NEVER GIVE CREDENCE TO WHAT TOTTI SAYS.
[2] So apparently there were times when he flirted with numbers other than 13. But, even when he was going through the experimental phase, notice how the numbers all add up to 13.

Date: 2008-08-10 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morphaileffect.livejournal.com
(hearts this post)

you... you are not going to convert me into football fandom, no.

Date: 2008-08-10 10:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kitsune-jade.livejournal.com
In due time, she will convert you to the evilness that is footie! XD

Date: 2008-08-10 04:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morphaileffect.livejournal.com
ohoho then i'll finally be able to appreciate those pretty pretty photos you guys share on your LJs now and then ♥

Date: 2008-08-13 09:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kitsune-jade.livejournal.com
I think some of those does not need footie knowledge to be appreciated. XD

Date: 2008-08-10 01:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fable.livejournal.com
!!!

WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO? Make more posts like this? Spam you with pics/facts/youtube vids? Tell me and I will do it! ♥

Date: 2008-08-10 04:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morphaileffect.livejournal.com
just be your lovely self? so many awesome talented writers on my flist are in football fandom already, i feel like it's only a matter of time before i'm pulled over the edge ♥

Date: 2008-08-10 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wax-feathers.livejournal.com
........ lulz. Long post is long. x'DDDD [pets] |'DDD [goes to read it now. xD;]

... holy shit, recruited at 11, playing at 16?! o_____________o

...

jklsa;mdgklsmdkl;fmskld;mcklds;gk;lsdf. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

... good, god, woman, I have to ditto on [livejournal.com profile] morphaileffect's comment. OTL OTL OTL OTL OTL OTL

Date: 2008-08-10 01:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fable.livejournal.com
Isn't he awesomely tragic? *adoresss*

Date: 2008-08-10 02:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fable.livejournal.com
oh, also, the being recruited at 11 is pretty common, actually? all the major clubs have youth programs. debuting at 16, though, not so much.

Date: 2008-08-10 07:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wax-feathers.livejournal.com
Eeeeeeeeee, yes! *_________*

Ah, I didn't know that. :o Still, *_______________*.

Date: 2008-08-10 11:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] finnygan.livejournal.com
I think that's why, much as I love him as a player, much as I'm grateful that he is Milan's now, I will never really love Sandro Nesta [in spite of naming my much-loved bike after him]. It's Lazio. He's a Laziale. I know it's completely unfair to the club and to the vast majority of their fans, and to poor Sandro as well, but the few Lazio fans that I did meet managed to make up my mind against them in a matter of minutes. Sad but true.

edit (sorry for spamming!)

Date: 2008-08-10 01:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fable.livejournal.com
I think that's why, much as I love him as a player, much as I'm grateful that he is Milan's now, I will never really love Sandro Nesta [in spite of naming my much-loved bike after him].

....omg. Does it keep on breaking on you and taking months to repair???


but the few Lazio fans that I did meet managed to make up my mind against them in a matter of minutes. Sad but true.

ohh, what did they say? I'm so curious, because I don't know many of the details around the transfer, just have a vague idea of the club's management being very corrupt and inept, and of course I'm biased in Sandro's favor. (Though, I suppose in a sense the details don't really matter? He was the focal point of so many dreams for so many years, and then one day it's suddenly announced that he's leaving, and the next time they see him he's wearing the colors of the enemy. Probably the only way the knife could've been twisted more was if he'd gone to Roma instead of Milan.)

Date: 2008-08-10 03:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] one-if-by-land.livejournal.com
I got goosebumps T_T

Date: 2008-08-10 04:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fable.livejournal.com
You understand! And, Bing, this is only the half of it. His life is so dramatic, and it kills me that how relatively unknown he is outside Italy. Like I have stumbled over one of the best-kept secrets of football. XD

Date: 2008-08-10 05:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] applegnat.livejournal.com
Thumbs up for this post. I think it says a lot that even now, when Totti is asked about his nemeses, he says it's "always Nesta." I'm a Milan fan, but I'm also a Nesta fan, and -- yeah. There's so much going on there, and you've put it all so well. Thank you.

And for the commenters on the post who are trying not to be converted to Nesta footie fandom, you could just stick up a picspam or two, yeah? :D

* waves hi *

Date: 2008-08-10 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fable.livejournal.com
I think it says a lot that even now, when Totti is asked about his nemeses, he says it's "always Nesta."

Did he really? PLZ NEVER STOP BEING NEMESES. *_*

And, HI. I've kinda been stalking your fic lj - I love your writing, especially the Nesta/Totti ficbit you put up some time ago, which is amazing and might've turned me into a Totti fan, and also your meta. I hope you don't mind if I add you on this journal too? I'd like to see what you said about Maldini, because he's completely inscrutable to me right now, and of course everything about Nesta and Milan. ^^


And for the commenters on the post who are trying not to be converted to Nesta footie fandom, you could just stick up a picspam or two, yeah? :D

Okay, here's where I have to admit to the complete ignorance of my youth. XD A year or two ago I came across a picspam post about Nesta - maybe it was [livejournal.com profile] rondaview's? - and I was just like, oh, whatever, and scrolled down. And truthfully, even now I don't find him compelling in most pictures? Especially the planned ones. He has terrific bone structure, and great skin, and really is beautiful, but the man sucks at taking pictures, I think because he's too aware of the cameras and too uncomfortable being in front of them. My favorite pictures of him are the candid shots when he's playing, when he's too focused on the game to pay attention to anything else, but even with those, he has such an expressive face and manner of speaking, that a lot of them are him making faces, taken while he's yelling or looking completely disgusted or constipated over the stupidity of the referee/the opposing team/etc, which yeah, are more amusing than omg hawt!! (though there are those, too). I think, though, that where he's most compelling is on video, because he has a great way of moving, and is so intense and focused and compelling, has such presence that I can't take my eyes off him. If I was ruler of the world, every football game he plays in would just consist of close-ups of him, but I am not, alas. :/ But, um, yeah. My point is, one of these days I will collect all the omg hawt!! pics, and in the meantime try to wear away resistance through youtube vids! (of which there should totally totally be more.)

Date: 2008-08-11 03:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] applegnat.livejournal.com
Agreed, I know what you mean. Although he's also very striking in his photographs - not the posed ones, but in the match spams? And hi! Friended you back. Happy to know you like the writing. :D I have a 'milan' tag on my LJ, but it's really just fluff.

Date: 2008-08-10 06:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] calzamante.livejournal.com
This is lovely. I felt torn when he joined Milan - the thought of him leaving Lazio was almost incomprehensible, but he was joining my team, and I couldn't help squeeing. The number thing has always pleased me, too, although I got terribly confused when he wore #6 for a while (http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/7427/82ca3ul0.jpg).

And, for those on your flist who have yet to succumb, it is only a matter of time...

Date: 2008-08-10 11:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fable.livejournal.com
I'm so glad it worked for you. ^^ I've never been a huge football fan (and I'm still not, really - more a fan of Nesta than the game), so when my friend told me what'd happened in Rome after he left it took me the longest time to figure out why, and I still don't think I completely get it. (And, my friend was coming up with all these wild analogies, like - "imagine if news came out that Obama was leaving the Democratic party because the Republicans had offered to buy him and everyone wanted the money, and so he turned Republican, and the next time you saw him was in an interview where he was supporting McCain's candidacy!")


The number thing has always pleased me, too, although I got terribly confused when he wore #6 for a while.

Is that from when he was on the national team? Did someone cruelly and heartlessly take his number from him??

Date: 2008-08-11 01:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zeldas.livejournal.com
*butts in* Actually, he took the #6 in friendlies, qualifiers and random games. He was even a #2, way back in the days. And #5 when he felt like it.

Date: 2008-08-11 01:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fable.livejournal.com
*tries to reconcile this with the image of superstitious!sandro in my mind* Perhaps he was going through experimental stages? (Sandro why must you continue to confuse me so!)

Though, waitwait. There might be method behind the madness. Notice how all three numbers add up to thirteen! I am certain he must have planned it so. *nods firmly*

Date: 2008-08-10 07:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zeldas.livejournal.com
That was perfectly done, thank you for sharing it with us.

At that game in the Olimpico, most of the fans were being abusive (typical Lazio fans, really), but some held banners that said 'In Milan...', and those were the banners that really hurt, not the abusive ones. And it doesn't help that he's still sentimental about it, you know. "He talks about Lazio all the time," complained Oddo to one of the papers before the away game to Lazio last season.

Date: 2008-08-11 12:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fable.livejournal.com
At that game in the Olimpico, most of the fans were being abusive (typical Lazio fans, really), but some held banners that said 'In Milan...', and those were the banners that really hurt, not the abusive ones.

omgg. How does this keep getting more heartbreaking?


And it doesn't help that he's still sentimental about it, you know. "He talks about Lazio all the time," complained Oddo to one of the papers before the away game to Lazio last season.

He seems so close-lipped about the whole thing (and about everything, really), and sometimes I think that he's completely accepted what happened and moved on, no regrets!, etc. But, things like this make me think that he left part of his heart there, that no matter how much time passes Milan couldn't be his home, not completely. And he can't go back to Rome, to Lazio, either, can never get back what he had then, and yeah. Heartbreak again.

Date: 2008-08-11 12:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zeldas.livejournal.com
BECAUSE HE'S A DRAMA QUEEN—Ahem, sorry about that, but he is.


and sometimes I think that he's completely accepted what happened and moved on

Yes, he plays for Milan now, and likes it (he won the Champions League final in his first season with Milan, how could he not? *grins*). He reached a level of professionalism in football that Lazio can't offer him right now, or not even in ten years, so he's wise enough to not get too sentimental and get back there.

You mentioned that Totti thought Nesta should stay, but from what I remember, it was far from that. He might have said that to the media, but he wanted Nesta to, how to phrase it, "save himself before he sinks"? Because that game he played against Rome was dreadful, especially with the Manchester United people in the stands who came to see him in action. Totti was said to have told Nesta to get out while he could, because the current situation didn't seem good, "because Nesta looked mournful in that game", or so I remember him saying. And being the nice (*smirks*) friend that he is, he advised him to leave while he could.

Date: 2008-08-11 01:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fable.livejournal.com
*blinks at your icon* Nesta's lips are bright orange. Is he stealing lip gloss from his wife?

BECAUSE HE'S A DRAMA QUEEN—Ahem, sorry about that, but he is.

*diessssss* I love the way you put this. XD And, can totally see that during games, but is he like that irl, too? I got the impression that he was somewhat shy and self-effacing, but I don't have too much to base that impression on (other than his extreme allergic reaction to cameras and reporters).


You mentioned that Totti thought Nesta should stay, but from what I remember, it was far from that. He might have said that to the media, but he wanted Nesta to, how to phrase it, "save himself before he sinks"? Because that game he played against Rome was dreadful, especially with the Manchester United people in the stands who came to see him in action. Totti was said to have told Nesta to get out while he could, because the current situation didn't seem good, "because Nesta looked mournful in that game", or so I remember him saying. And being the nice (*smirks*) friend that he is, he advised him to leave while he could.

!!!!!! ajdkfafjka;dfjkaf. Totti is DIABOLICAL. (Kick Sandro while he's already on the ground, why don't you, then turn around and sing his praises to the media!)

*FEARS HIM A LITTLE*

Date: 2008-08-11 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zeldas.livejournal.com
*snickers* I mad them more orange than they really are, but they are orange, at certain times.

Oh, no, you're right. He thinks cameras are out there to kill him. A simple example is this video, where the interviewer openly asks him to look at her, and not anywhere but the camera and her. It's quite dorky, really ♥.

Totti? He cares about people other than himself! He's nice enough to pat them... sometimes, but he generally does *shifty eyes*. Diabolical side aside, I don't remember him ever bashing Sandro in the media. Maybe in the pitch, they still grab/yank/push/kick/curse at each other, but never openly in the media.

Date: 2008-08-11 10:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fable.livejournal.com
Oh, no, you're right. He thinks cameras are out there to kill him. A simple example is this video, where the interviewer openly asks him to look at her, and not anywhere but the camera and her. It's quite dorky, really.

He really is. The clip's adorable - thanks so much for linking.


Diabolical side aside, I don't remember him ever bashing Sandro in the media.

Okay, this makes me like him a bit again. *so easy*


Maybe in the pitch, they still grab/yank/push/kick/curse at each other, but never openly in the media.

I remember watching a clip of them on the pitch where Nesta had grabbed him by the shirt, where he looked like he was totally going to go off on him. He doesn't usually do that (does he?). The only other incident I've come across like that was the bloody nose one, and even then Nesta didn't get physical (just insulted Zlatan! sticks and stones and all that). So, yeah, I got this idea - don't know how accurate it is? - that Totti could get under Nesta's skin more than anyone else Nesta's ever played against.

Date: 2008-08-12 12:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zeldas.livejournal.com
You're welcome! I used to have one where his headphones kept on falling, only because he was too busy trying to wink at others and fix his hair, while avoid looking at the camera and the presenter. *grins* I'll surely dig it out.

He throws fits, sometimes, but mainly at referees, because it's his duty to protest. He mostly loudly grumbles to himself, really. Except for that Zlatan incident. (And really, I'm the most biased woman when it's about Totti -- but yes, I always see sparks when they as much as pass by each other in the field.)

[And hi, friend you back! I see you mentioned picspams with [livejournal.com profile] applegnat, and I've done a couple of Sandro ones under the picspams tag. Nothing special, just a shameless jumble of pictures.]

Date: 2008-08-10 09:43 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] acchikocchi.livejournal.com
oh my god. T_T I've always been more into the Bundesliga than the italian leagues so it's no wonder I've never heard this but story. omg. T_T

Date: 2008-08-11 12:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fable.livejournal.com
That was just my reaction too. And the more I find out about it the more heartbreaking it gets, and stuff like this seems to keep on happening to him throughout his career, too, and he never makes a fuss about it, keeps everything to himself, shying away from any scrutiny or attention. You would never know from the way he acted or what he said what he'd been through, and I really admire that about him.

Date: 2008-08-11 06:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petronia.livejournal.com
Sai, I admire you for this - I want to be able to write entries like this for my RPF fandoms but when I so much as think about it I'm overcome with a tidal wave of exhaustion. XD;;

Date: 2008-08-12 02:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fable.livejournal.com
ahh, most of this was just c&ped from chat convos. I was quite ridiculous over him last weekend - wouldn't stop talking about him and was listening to all these emo songs and going Nestaa~aa until I appalled even myself. XD Thought about writing more, on his career after, but that would've involved writing rather than c&p and my laziness got the better of me.

And, your RPF fandom - The Libertines, right? From what I've heard it would require an epic to fully explore their WTFness do them justice.

Date: 2008-08-13 12:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] petronia.livejournal.com
What brought this on, anyway? XD I went through my footieslash phase more than a year ago - flist got into it due to the World Cup, which I couldn't watch, sadness.

The Libs: it's not even so much writing an epic, it's footnoting the epic because the story would be unbelievable without supporting documentation. orz (I did go off on it briefly here (http://naanima.livejournal.com/300409.html?thread=1169273#t1169273).)

Date: 2008-08-13 02:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fable.livejournal.com
It comes back to the WC, though in a roundabout way. XD I got sucked into watching almost the whole thing, but I have this thing where I refuse to be a major sports fan, so I never got into the fandom and lost interest once it was over. But I have a friend who is a huge football fan, and a few days back she and another guy started talking about that WC. He'd been rooting for France, and thought that Italy's win was the most traumatic thing evah, and she said that it was nothing compared to France's win in Euro2000. And I had no idea what had happened in Euro2000, so I asked her, and it turned out that Italy had shocked everyone by advancing as far as they did. Their offense wasn't that great, but their Nesta & Canna defensive line was completely brilliant, and pretty much created a wall around the goal. Until the last minutes of the final, when Nesta failed to block a ball and France scored and won. And, there was this one clip she linked me to (I can't find it anymore, but this pic is from that), which showed the goal and the aftermath, French players running around, hugging each other and celebrating, and Nesta just sitting there, a "what just happened?" expression on his face. It made me empathize with him so much, and I decided then that even if I couldn't be a football fan, there was nothing stopping me from being his fan. And, yeah. it seems to have somehow exploded from there. :/


The Libs: it's not even so much writing an epic, it's footnoting the epic because the story would be unbelievable without supporting documentation. orz (I did go off on it briefly here.)

Okay, yes, that would definitely require corroboration. You're right, even Ozaki Minami could take pointers from their relationship (and to think I thought her stuff was implausible! Scaryscary.) Also, Pete Wentz was totally taking notes while all this was going on (though he has yet to come close to what they seemed to have done. XD)
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