Beep beep, beep, beep, a familiar yet always unwelcome noise wakens me from a deep sleep, it's 3:40am on a Monday morning and the noise is my alarm clock. Why am I getting up at this ungodly hour you may ask? To watch my beloved Juventus of course, tonight’s opponents are Genoa at the Marassi.
I make my way out of the bedroom as quietly as possible and sit myself down on the sofa, still untangling the cobwebs from my head as I switch on the TV and find the channel showing the game.
The encounter itself was one worthy of curing a person with severe insomnia, that was until Andrea Pirlo stepped up in the 89th minute and curled a trademark free kick into the top corner, which caused me to run around the living room, silently screaming like a deranged lunatic at around 5.25am.
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