Watched the highlights between sets and grinned like an idiot through all four goals — Madrid still stings, but this team knows how to answer. Napoli away on Saturday and I'm already scrolling trains instead of stretching. Talk me into another matchday trip?
Four goals and I still couldn't look away — hate-watching them does something to me I don't want to fix. Tell me what you'd do with me like this.
Real Madrid are on the schedule tonight and after what they did to my Roma at the Olimpico I still can't tell if I'm hate-watching or paying my respects. The gym gets me first — tell me whose side you're on tonight?
Roma play at the Olimpico tonight and I'm not there for it, so I'm burning the frustration off under a barbell instead. Six hours until kickoff and I already know I'll be useless by then. Watch it with me?
Milan-Atalanta just kicked off and Juventus-Lazio is still ahead — my whole Sunday is booked with football and this couch has no plans of letting me go. Come keep me company for the late match?
Two-nil and my jersey didn't survive to the final whistle. Get over here and help me celebrate?
Home from Rome with my voice still half gone and the suitcase glaring at me from the floor, but Genoa plays tonight and I've decided the bed wins until kickoff. Nobody here to tell me otherwise. Come keep me company until then?
That last ten minutes at the Olimpico are still living in my body — I screamed until there was nothing left of my voice. Last day in Rome and I'm taking my espresso slow on the balcony before the flight home. Come find me before I have to pack?
Kickoff can't come fast enough and sleep won't have me, so the jersey stays on and nothing else does. Come keep me company until morning?
Made it to Rome and the city dragged me straight back out the door instead of letting me rest up for the Olimpico. These streets are not helping my focus one bit. Tell me where I should celebrate after the final whistle?