I liked to hear the National song. I liked to see my former colleague Prof. Profumo, now Italian minister of Research, standing near to Monti, singing and crying. I cried a bit too. But then Italy started to loose. My son Roberto cried on the floor and he was inconsolable. I had invited my Spanish friend Maria and the two of us left the living room after 2-0 and had a nice chat in the kitchen. Some of the many Italian at NTNU had hang the Italian flag to one of the University building. A lot of emotions, but in the end, it is a game, or a least it should be. We should not stop to be proud to be Italian, Norwegian, friends, colleagues, human beings.
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