I just watched the last 30 mins of play, with friends, by the naviliglo. The navilglos are water canals, which criss cross around the centre of Milan, thats where you have all the bars, lounges fancy places, and everybody puts up big screens for people to watch; aperitivo time, buy the drink the food's free.
There was one good moment which was captured very well, after Zidane got the red card, showing his back with the number 10 jersey, going down the stairs with the cup in the foreground, did you see that? its worth keeping a clip of that.
I was alone, i got waiting for Elisa's call, and missed my other friends, it might sound strange but it didnt matter who was next to you, it was dance all throughout, glee dancing to the sound of victory. I went on top of the statue in front of Duomo, meeting people from all over, everybody nodding their head with a satisfied smile if not bellowing sounds of joy.
It rocks where i am;
after a while i didnt bother, it was not about taking pictures, i dont have lots, it was either pump and dance, or take pictures, i chose to pump and dance.
I didnt feel alone without friends, there were djs all around Duomo...blasting sounds of victory; it didnt matter now, the win was there, strongly secure, Italy was happy, high energy around me, like a big rave, frenzy dancing everybody, people half naked, hugging, kissing, screaming, pumping to the beat of victory.
There was one good moment which was captured very well, after Zidane got the red card, showing his back with the number 10 jersey, going down the stairs with the cup in the foreground, did you see that? its worth keeping a clip of that.
I was alone, i got waiting for Elisa's call, and missed my other friends, it might sound strange but it didnt matter who was next to you, it was dance all throughout, glee dancing to the sound of victory. I went on top of the statue in front of Duomo, meeting people from all over, everybody nodding their head with a satisfied smile if not bellowing sounds of joy.
It rocks where i am;
after a while i didnt bother, it was not about taking pictures, i dont have lots, it was either pump and dance, or take pictures, i chose to pump and dance.
I didnt feel alone without friends, there were djs all around Duomo...blasting sounds of victory; it didnt matter now, the win was there, strongly secure, Italy was happy, high energy around me, like a big rave, frenzy dancing everybody, people half naked, hugging, kissing, screaming, pumping to the beat of victory.
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Sounds like you are having a blast, dude. When do you get back? Did you catch any of the games live?
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