With theromantic underdog taleof a plucky autocratic nation state’s eye-wateringly expensive, relentless, often hilarious but ultimately successful pursuit of Bigger Cup glory after 14 years of trying being covered at great length elsewhere on Big Website, it behoves Football Daily – a publication more readily associated with abject failure – to sift through the wreckage of Inter’s dismal effort to give PSG anything resembling a game in Munich. A team that less than six weeks ago fancied their chances of winning a league, cup and Bigger Cup treble has just finished the season empty-handed and, while all available evidence suggests there is every chance they would have lost against thegegenpressingdervishes from Paris even if they’d given a good account of themselves, so dismal was the effort of Simone Inzaghi’s senior citizens that they found themselves on the wrong end of the biggest hiding ever meted out to any finalist in the competition’s history.
So much so, that the only person on the pitch who wasn’t wearing an Inter shirt to show them any mercy was the referee, who blew his final whistle bang on the 90-minute mark in order to end their humiliation at the earliest opportunity. “Tonight we were more tired than PSG,” sighed Inzaghi in the final’s aftermath. “We weren’t fresh on the second ball. We contested our league until last Friday, they won it with two months to spare. They have great quality, a great team. Technically they are stronger than us, we knew that, so we had to be more clever but we weren’t organised, and we deserved to lose. That’s the bottom line.”
While it was his clearly fatigued players who pulled off a passable imitation of rabbit-shaped training cones caught in very bright headlights on Saturday night, it is Inzaghi who has shipped most of the blame for the manner in which they had rings run around them. And though the Italian’s refusal to adapt his tactics or lineup to counter PSG’s almost psychotic approach to winning back possession is worthy of criticism, describing Inter’s performance as “a disgrace for Italian football”, as one writer in La Gazzetta dello Sport felt compelled to put it, might have been over egging the linguine carbonara just a tad.
Not everyone was as critical of Inter’s apologetic effort and upon their return to Milan Malpensa Airport, the club’s disappointed players received a boost in the form of a welcome committee comprised of one person. “I’m the only idiot here but they still deserve applause,” parped the solitary fan named Marco, according to the pink paper. Whether or not Inter’s exhausted and embarrassed players appreciated his effort is not known but at least for them, a gruelling season has finally reached its end. A long summer of rest and recuperation lies ahead, until their opening game of the Club World Cup kicks off in a little over a fortnight’s time.
Join Max Rushden, Barry Glendenning and the rest of the Football Weekly pod squadas they chew over the Bigger Cup finaland more.
Send letters tothe.boss@theguardian.com. Today’s prizeless letter o’ the day winner is … Peter Oh. Terms and conditions for our competitions can be viewedhere.
This is an extract from our daily football email … Football Daily. To get the full version,just visit this page and follow the instructions.