Ah, Italians. Scooter-chucking, knife-wielding, fascist-saluting dodgy fookers. Having said that, I've always had a soft spot for them. Maybe it's the defender in me, I love their cynicism, their win-at-all-cost mentality. Give me a Baresi, Gentile et al over those merry Brazilians. Give me a Helenio Herrera over the likes of Hiddink or Scolari. Cattenaccio? Anti-football? I'll have that if that means the blue of Azzuri holds aloft the Jules Rimet.
Forza Italia!!!