I have to say I have literally been speechless since the Australia win....so much good mojo going our way when the world is imploding all around Italian Football. Pessotto trying to take his life, the prosecutor in Moggiopoli asking for all 4 teams to be relegated and Juve sent to Serie C....just a crazy time to be an Azzurri man or woman. Then the Grosso move in the box for the penalty and Totti smashing it home, sucking his thumb for his new baby and all is right...even my buddy Innes and his daughter Wilder were there with me (of course Cerys was with me through the whole ride as well). It was too much prosperity for any Italian fan to take. The path had cleared for our triumphant return to the Finals...every 12 years is the Italian prophecy. We moved on to tackling the Ukraine, untested but featuring the best pure striker in the World, Shevchenko. This game I must admit, was more straightforward for me. We handled the first knockout game and we felt sturdy. Ukraine has a very straightforward attacking style, get it in or around the box and give it a go, we can handle that all day long - an we did. 3-0 with Big Toni getting off the bagel to bag a brace. The following day a sign of unusual prosperity...the Samba boys locked horns with the aging les Bleus, the last team to beat them in a World Cup, and they did it again. Zizou held a masterclass against the thin band of gypsies in Brazil Canary yellow, playing along with Viera using a shared heart beat...breathtaking really. Feel a bit for Patrick Viera in this Zizou swan song. He is the only man in the Cup with 2 games with a goal AND an assist and he did it in back to back games when a win was the only option. My man of the Cup to date, sorry not Zizou. And so the Final Four came into focus, Germany vs. Azzurri and France vs. Portugal.....forza!