The mere thought that we could drag this poor Milan side led by Private Gattuso till the last game of the season (let alone being overtaken by them again in shocking fashion) was absolutely sickening and has been for weeks, but here we are.
At the same time, I think I finally resigned myself to another (psycho)drama, the umpteenth, for the better or for the worse.
Being Inter fans, as reasonable as we may be, we have experienced "some very unreasonable things" in the past. We're used to this.
Similar to ol' Jack Burton from “Big Trouble in Little China”, when everything unfolds on Sunday, I'll look the big ol' storm right in the eye and say: "Give me your best shot. I can take it."
[The fact that "it's all in the reflexes" should be a concern, if we consider Empoli's current form, but we can do this.]