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Valentine's Day and many ways for you to love football.

Serie A

    On this matchday 24, Inter went to Napoli’s San Paolo to respond to Milan's and Roma's wins. 0-0 at the end of the 90^th. Dominated throughout most of the game, Mourinho’s team can be satisfied with a game that saw posts, deep passes, yellow cards, ugly tackles, shirt pulling, Hamsik’s teeth, miraculous saves (Julio Cesar and De Sanctis in great shape) as well as a venomous word fight between the Mou and Napoli’s president De Laurentiis. Love Italian drama. Waiting in ambush, Roma welcomed Palermo for what was supposed to be a cliffhanger. That’s without counting on the players’ love of the fans to whom they offered a 4-1 home win against valiant Sicilians, Brighi adding the red ribbon to the present with two goals and one assist. Cheesy but heartwarming (watch the lap of honour). Milano renewed its love for their brazilians (read below) with a 3-2 win over Udinese. Juventus on their side opened their hearts. Against Genoa’s beautiful fluid game, the Bianconeri witnessed one of Buffon’s rare human mistakes, Amauri’s first goal in seven months and the referee’s love for Del Piero with a generous game-winning penalty. “My love, she said, you call yourself a man?”, “I’m just a man, I’m just a man” I said*.  3-2 final score.

   Heartbroken Fiorentina continue their disappointing second half of the season with a 0-2 loss at Sampdoria, who’s fans must be of the most vocal around. Champion’s League seems far for the Viola but just in reach for Samp. Lazio finally win against Parma thanks to (surprise) the local sweetheart Zarate. In the relegation death match Atalanta and Catania deliver a desolate 0-0 that arranges no one. They say it’s when times are bad that the fans are most needed. Show your love Bergamo.

La Liga

     Where to start? Why do I bother asking. Barcelona lost their first league game this Sunday. Yes, take a minute, breathe. (Feels excellent I know) The thought is a bit less shocking when you consider the defense Guardiola had to align: Maxwell – Milito (brother of) – Puyol – Jeffren. You barely heard some of these names, it’s normal. In any case, Barcelona’s five star midfield and offense was not enough to beat well regrouped Atletico Madrid who continue their streak of only playing well when less expected. Forlan opened the score at the ninth minute after Reyes made love to (all of) the Catalan midfield, Simao then taught how to create beautiful with a marvelous free kick from thirty meters. Ibra’s goal will be trivial, Madrid is in love tonight. Make that all of Madrid, because Real won their game too. 3-0 against the modest Xerez. The first hour is suffered, but when Ronaldo and Kaka find each other, the mix is lethal. Oh yes, jump in my arms, I love you. Smells like Champion’s League. Lyon can be scared. Behind Valencia obtain a good draw at Gijon (terror of the Spanish bigs) and remain eternal unsatisfied third. Villareal seem to finally be over their Pelligrini heartache with a 2-1 win over Atletic Bilbao in a game that spelled Amour: four red cards (colour of), three of them direct. Sevilla offer a professional performance by beating Ossassuna 1-0 thanks to Luis Fabiano who loves scoring (aaaaah…. playing with words).

Bundesliga:

    Efficiency as a sign of love. Bayern did so by beating Borussia Dortmund 3-1 at home. After Van Buyten got ridiculized by Zidan (De Michelis can consider himself lucky, it could have been him) Van Bommel the ugly, Robben the glass man and Gomez the invisible gave Bayern a correct but not superb win (Ribery two ssists. Let us wait for Champion's League to judge. Surprising Leverkusen, who haven’t lost in twenty two games, set the rhythm with a 2-1 victory over Wolfsburg (mells like everyone is going to leave this summer) thanks to an own goal (misunderstood love). Behind no gifts were given: most of the top ten teams won: Schalke 04, Hambourg, Breme, Frankfurt, all take three points. Cold Love. Especially for Hanover who record their seventh straight defeat and slip to the seventeenth spot. Again, show your love Hanover.

*From The Eighties Matchbox B-line Disaster's "Wack of"