Inter winning the Champions League is one of those situations that since you are a child belong to the realm of the imagination. Seem so implausible that until you experience one gets the impression that they can only take place in dreams. As the national champion or Italy without Berlusconi. When it finally happens is almost hard to realize and fully enjoy the event. But standing up to applaud the entry into the field of Materazzi screaming out loud in a bar full of Parisian French and full of deafening sound of boos directed to the hero of Berlin, be receiving explicit threats of violence silence, this means that it can to give you the size of the event. Or even to fill a certain satisfaction unreasonable.
