I shouted, I swore, I gave them all a kick up the arse…
I was seconds away from throwing a water bottle at Samir fucking Handanovic's head.
Out they went, 45 minutes to save the unbeaten record.
Honestly, if we lost this game, the title would be tainted.
Chances came and went, Fiorentina rarely threatened while we hit the bar and Christian Benteke missed a penalty.
75 minutes gone…. I sacrificed Verratti for a second striker, Mauro Icardi ran on and rose above his marker to power home a header from Eduardo Salvio's corner.
Instant impact.
2-1.
Salvio and Bonaventura on the wings were tormenting the Fiorentina full backs but the harder we pushed, the more the equaliser didn't look like it was coming.
87, 88, 89, 90…. Injury time. 4 minutes.
91, 92, 93….
FUCK!!!
Handanovic pumped a long ball towards Benteke, the big man flicked it on…. Bonaventura rounded the goalkeeper, he had an empty net… Surely, he can't miss….
The post. He hit the post with a gaping goal at his mercy.
I buried my head in my hands and awaited the final whistle.
YEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Roared the crowd.
I looked up and Icardi was being mobbed by the whole team, the little Argentine reacted first and tapped home the rebound as it came off the post!!
Fiorentina kicked off…. There it was, the loud, sharp shrill of the referee's whistle.
We'd done it!!!
We were
#InterVincibles!!!