Summary
TEN years ago this month I went to Milan, not to shop but to watch a derby match between the city's two football teams, AC (as sports geeks insist you're never meant to call them, cf Notts Forest) and Internazionale, in the seriously breathtaking San Siro stadium that they share to this day.
I could easily spend the rest of this column harping on about how I'd love to brandish the soup pan of tradition and clang Richard Caborn and his cronies over their heathen skulls for flagging up the Liverpool-Everton grounds hare issue once again. It's just like the Taliban blowing up ancient Buddhas. What part of "How dare you unravel the mythical sporting fabric of this city for some ersatz folly to urban regeneration" don't these people understand?See the full content of this document
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A Style and Perfume That Takes Your Breath Away
But I haven't got the fight anymore.
It was cold and foggy that night in Milan and, despite the pre- match spectacle of one ...See the full content of this document
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