What to do with the frustration of seeing the team that we were in the game today dismissed an unmitigated defeat 4 to 0.

The first feeling is rage, disappointment not to see them in the final elderly, holding, lifting the cup and making the walk of victory in the stands while the fans-including me-they were screaming like crazy everything that we thanked him moment of joy.

I felt like as to mourn but I think it was worth … the game was good, the opposing team were superior, they ran a lot and have a refined technique. I think our chances of success overvalued and never think otherwise speed in its juggernaut and its traditional pasta champion.

Caused begin now to blame the coach, players, referees, anyone … someone had to pay dearly for this defeat.

In all this musing on the steps of the stadium, where a hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality.

It was my son. Still sweating from the effort on the football field where his team had lost the right to advance to the semifinal intercollegiate football.

- Tranquilo papa – my son told me player in 15 years – we have not won, but I swear I never felt so happy as you now know, my father, you have believed that I could win and look what we tried.

I looked at him and nodded. Took his arm and left the stadium, celebrating our victory quietly personal.