Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my cozy little flat on Via Roma, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I had a session with this young footballer, Marco. Kid’s got talent, but his head? All over the place. We met at the park near the old church on Piazza della Libertà. Beautiful spot, but I swear, the moment I sit down, it starts pouring. Like, what’s up with that? I’m drenched, and Marco’s just laughing. I’m trying to be all professional, but I’m like, “Dude, can we not do this in a monsoon?”
After the rain, we finally get into it. I’m talking about mindset, focus, all that jazz. And then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to us. Not just any dog, but a massive St. Bernard. I mean, this thing could take me out with one wag of its tail. Marco’s distracted, I’m distracted, and the dog’s just there, drooling all over my notes. Great. Just great.
So, I’m trying to keep it together, right? I’m like, “Focus, Marco! Think about your game!” But he’s too busy petting the dog. I’m thinking, “This is why you’re not scoring goals, man!” But hey, at least the dog was cute.
After that chaos, I head over to Via Garibaldi for some coffee. I need caffeine, like, yesterday. I walk into this little café, and it’s packed. I mean, who knew Inverigo had this many coffee lovers? I finally squeeze in, order my usual—cappuccino, extra foam, please—and the barista, this dude with a killer mustache, totally messes it up. I get a flat white instead. I’m like, “Bro, I didn’t ask for a milk bath!”
But whatever, I’m trying to keep my cool. I sit down, and guess what? I overhear this couple arguing about the best pizza in town. They’re going back and forth about Pizzeria Da Michele vs. Pizzeria Il Pomodoro. I’m just sitting there, sipping my flat white, thinking, “You guys are missing the point. It’s all about the gelato after!”
Then, I get a call from my buddy Luca. He’s like, “Hey, wanna hit up the local football match tonight?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I mean, I could use some excitement after this wild day. So, I grab my stuff and head over to the stadium on Via Dante.
The atmosphere is electric! Fans are chanting, flags are waving, and I’m feeling pumped. But then, I see Marco again. He’s on the bench, looking all mopey. I’m like, “C’mon, man! You gotta get your head in the game!” But he just shrugs. Ugh, kids these days.
The match starts, and it’s intense. I’m yelling, cheering, and then—BAM!—the opposing team scores. I’m fuming. I mean, how could they let that happen? I’m practically jumping out of my seat. But then, our team equalizes, and the crowd goes wild! I’m high-fiving strangers, feeling like a part of something bigger.
But then, the ref makes a terrible call. I’m losing it. I’m shouting, “Are you blind, man?!” My friends are laughing at me, but I don’t care. I’m passionate, okay?
Finally, the match ends in a draw. Not what I wanted, but hey, at least it was exciting. I head home, exhausted but happy. I think about the day—rain, dogs, coffee disasters, and football drama. Inverigo, you’ve got my heart racing.
As I crash on my couch, I can’t help but smile. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just gonna binge-watch some Netflix and forget about the world. Cheers to that!