Dogen-like post incoming.
For me, if there's one thing to take away from the new #INTERISHERE video, it's this (shoddy) screenshot of a moment the cameras didn't quite capture in real-time:
It's the single greatest moment of this club for at least 6 years, and Marcelo Brozovic and Andrea Ranocchia just so happen to epitomize the feelings we all felt at that moment.
Ranocchia who had the misfortune of taking over the captain's armband after JZ - a position no one could have ever dreamed of living up to, let alone someone as average as him. For years and years and years the butt of everyone's (fans of Inter and otherwise) jokes and a target of immense ridicule.
Woefully inadequate in almost every aspect of the game, everyone agreed upon. Couldn't hack it at Hull, let alone Inter. Weak on the field and, it seemed, mentally off the field as well.
Brozovic, the spoiled brat who, everyone could tell, had the talent to succeed but the attitude of a petulant child. A player who almost always did well with his national team, but then looked like he wanted to be everywhere else than Inter. Arms up in the air and constant shrugging of the shoulders. Even going as far as to (maybe, might, could've) intentionally giving away a penalty on purpose against Sampdoria last season in pure spite.
The person almost everyone wanted out in the summer (if that one person wasn't Ranocchia).
Now, we're looking at quite a different picture.
Ranocchia, vice-captain and, from all I've heard, a bonafide leader and well-liked guy in the locker room. A (mostly) reliable and dependable reserve who doesn't complain about playing time. Everything you want in a second-string player.
Brozovic, who for large parts of the second part of the season carried the majority of our creativity and output from midfield on his shoulders. Endless and tireless running, all game long no matter the score. All of a sudden more forerunner, less class clown.
Fast-forward to the 81st minute of the Lazio game, and these two (former) persona-non-gratas are now screaming their lungs out in wild ecstasy because of the first (real) success-story either of them have been part of at this club, clinging to each other like blood-brothers.
I don't know, I thought it was a cute moment to be proud of.
If nothing else, Pazza Inter personified.