My main sadness is the fact that most of those with little idea (hint: bandwagoning farkwits) will remember our season for this one game, and not the great football we played to get here. At the end of the day, one bad game doesn't change the fact that we have had a very good season.
When we fielded a lineup without Perrotta, Tonetto, and Taddei, when goal after goal flew into the net, when everytime a Man Utd player touched the ball it somehow turned into a dangerous situation, when they exposed our lack of experience, when for every one of our players on the ball there were two of them, when De Rossi scored a beautiful goal that was completely meaningless, when our substitutions were Rosi (19), Faty (20), and Okaka (17), I was still clinging on to something. When they scored twice, we had to score once, I thought. When they scored three times, we had to score twice, I thought. And it continued.
I'll never forget the joy this side has brought me over the past season. I'll still wear my Roma jersey with pride. Roma didn't belong here, we weren't supposed to make it this far and without Calciopoli we wouldn't have entered the competition at all. Our team isn't built to compete in three competitions, we have no depth and we lack the funds to have any depth at all.
But at the end of the day, we walk away from this as CL quarter-finalists, second in the league and in the Italian Cup final. No one would have believed we were capable of this at the start of the season. Yes, we lack experience, most of our team are under the age of 26 and yes, we sure were taught a footballing lesson but I still cheered them till the final whistle.
FORZA ROMA PER SEMPRE.