“有一次,我就坐在酒吧的角落里,听见球迷在议论我的球队。一个人说,拿什么去拯救你,我的爱人;还有一个说,上帝死了,国米也死了。” “别人叫我莫拉蒂。这是我的名字吗?有些时候自己都会忘却。” “天色暗淡下来,似乎是下起了小雨。我透过窗户,盯着外面的大街。你不要说我耍酷在装深沉,其实我什么都没有看见,也没有想任何事情。我忽然很喜欢这种平静,一个人坐在这里,呆呆忘神的状态。只有一些心痛。” “Once, I was sitting in the corner of the bar and I heard the fans talking about my team, one of them saying something to save you, my lover, and one that said God died and Inter died too.” “Someone calls me Moratti. Is this my name? Sometimes I forget myself.” "The sky is dark, it seems to rain, and I look through the window at the street outside. I was cool, I actually did not see anything, I did not think anything, and I suddenly liked this calmness, sitting alone and forgetting about myself.