We Run Milano



We run this town now. No two ways about it, this is now Roma's home.

Under Spalletti, Roma has lost only one game in Milano, (there was a 2-1 in one individual game as well, but as it resulted in an aggregate win for Roma in 2007's Coppa Italia it's impossible to jot it down as one). Save for being cheated out of three games and having those wins stolen from out under us--all against Inter--the list would read all wins for Spalletti in Milano. Fancy that, for a team that previous to his employment had not won in the city of fog for eleven years against Inter, or a positively horrendous twenty year dearth against Sunday's opponent Milan. I think it's a both thrilling and scary fact that Roma has become so succesful at San Siro that a win is dangerously close to being considered a divine right for us. As long as we keep backing it up, is it really hubris?

It's hard to point to something specific which stands out, and which easily explains why this development has taken place, why it's happened under Spalletti, and why it's happening despite the most succesful aggregate period in a good while for the city's teams; Inter just completed their threepeat, Milan was Europe's best team not long ago.
From a tactics perspective, Sunday's game plan against Milan, for example, had little in common with that
other famous party spoiler two years ago when Inter had to try to re-plug their champagne bottles with the corks they had already popped in anticipation; their fans crying incredulously outside the ground after the final whistle. What's left to try to figure out is the atmosphere Spalletti has created in the team, and what role it's played. Which is nigh impossible to do, really. All we're left with is speculating and extrapolating from group behavior and body language during goal celebrations and the kremlinology-like study of interviews.

But I choose the easier way, rather than try to build a comprehensive argument for something that might not even be there; that one singular reason Roma feels so at home there now. Instead I settle on a simple sense of entitlement as I shout we run Milano while watching Totti's free kick replayed for the 753rd time.