I started supporting Inter in 1987, age 9. As most of you know, Inter can be a passion, almost an obsession. I lived in Italy, near Milan, until I was 23. I have clear memories of going to school the day after an embarrassing defeat, or after Milan or Juventus had won another major trophy, getting teased by their fans, arguing with them, defending my team.
I remember moving to England and managing to connect with Inter fans through the forums. The worry before big games, especially against Milan and Juve, the almost physical sickness caused by it. The disappointments, the celebrations.
I remember listening to my ipod walking to work, or on the bus, daydreaming about Javier lifting the Champions league trophy. Ronaldo, the 5th of May, Mancini, the scudetto of justice, the Mancini cycle. The incredible Mourinho times, the victories against Chelsea, Barca. Bojan scoring for Barca and that second when I thought they broke our hearts again, before the goal was disallowed. Milito.
There was a sense of achievement for me after the treble that almost worried me. It was like thinking ďwe did it, itís done, we can never outdo this, we can only match itĒ.
And then thereís now. So many Inter legends have stepped down. Moratti is gone. And for the first time EVER, I find myself not watching Inter games. Itís sad, but I just donít feel the excitement. I donít even shout when we score, like Iíve always done.
Iím not one of those fans that only supports the team when theyíre winning, trust me, not me. But my Inter passion is sick. I need it back.
Does anybody else feel the same?