FORZA AZZURRI!!!

I know I'm a few days late with this post, but WOO HOO!!! YAY ITALIA!!!!!
I won't bore you with a post-game synopsis/analysis because I know they're currently ubiquitous, but I will make comment on some recurring words from upset France fans. Now I understand the urge of dedicated Les Bleus fans to whine about how they felt that Italy was not the superior team of the match and did not deserve to win it all, but I just want to put out the reminder that Italy was UNDEFEATED throughout the entire tournament. I know France was also "undefeated", but they left group G in second place with only one win, two draws and 5 points. Italy finished atop their group with 7 points, two wins and only one draw. Superior playing? I think so. Enough of that....on to the gloating.
I took the quick trip down to Niagara Falls to watch the World Cup final with my family (for those of you who don't know, my dad's side of the family is hardcore Italian), and as soon as Grosso reached the back of the net with that beautifully stuck ball we were out the door, in the car, and destroying the Niagara noise bylaw. We drove straight to the intersection of Victoria Ave and Clifton Hill where there was already a sea of green, white, and red marching up and down the streets. I had a blast riding out the top of my Zia's (that's "aunt" in Italian) sunroof wearing my blue Italia shirt and waving my partiotic flag. The spirit abound was that of triumph and unbelievable passion for the game, and for the Italian culture. Here are a few pics taken that day:



My cousin Luca proudly waving a flag while riding out the top of the sunroof.







My twin cousins with their father, celebrating at our gelato cafe.









My cousin Nick, posing with the Pope who quite liked our large flag.









And just for good measure, the boys relaxing after the game:




Ah, a beautiful game indeed.