Copy/paste from Milancamp:
I'm finally back. Had some adventures with my return...was one minute-late to the check-in because of the traffic and was left out of the plane. I came in the airport and was running when I saw three easyjet staff members. Slowed down and followed them thinking they would get me to the right spot. They went to the opposite side ofrcourse for their break. Then I rushed back to the other side and saw nobody servicing easyjet flights. Again rushed back to cafeteria and got this "Sorry, we're on a break. Come back tomorrow!" Fuckers. Nobody from the airport staff didn't help me either. All they did was find another guy and say "Tel him the story". At some point the plane had gone already so I took my reservation and wrote on the "FUCK THIS COMPANY!" There I was in Malpensa(50 minute ride from Milan) with no money, phone battery dead and no charger, creditcard not functioning speaking only English. Asked for a charger for one hour. Asked for 5€ to take my to Milan for 1 our. HIthchiked for 2 hours and still nothing. Then went to the parking lot and serached for people who were going out of Malpensa and had room in their car. Luckily a girl named Catarina took me with her to Milan.
In Milan I first went to a hotel and asked their help to find the embassy that the airport info serviced me. All the embassys were closed ofcourse. Then found an euro and went back to the Hostel that I had stayed in and said nothing to anybody cause they probably would have kicked me out too. Oh, I didn't mention that the police doesn't help you either. Asked like 4 different police(partners) and they hardly understood me and after they knew my situation they just laughed at me. I was almost hitting them but got myself together.
Then at hostel I went to TV room and made a look like I was still staying there. Since the personnel cahenges like 3 times a day there they didn't think I'm there for free. Did I mention that this Hostel had a rule you can't be in their hostel not more than 3 nights that I had already been there.
So eventually I crashed into the TV room bed and woke up 6 o'clock in the morning. They served breakfast at 7.30 so I had time to charge my Ipod.
After that I went to internetcafe and organized myself a ticket. Only problem was I couldn't get to the airport. So I went to search for embassys again. Went to one and came out its not an embassy but a tourist info point. "Sorry we only give info about sightseeing in Spain" Fucked up again.
So eventually I somehow found a busdriver who didn't think it's much to ask for a free seat since the bus was emty anyway and he saw I was in big trouble. Eventually I was at home 48 hours late.
About the game. It's really different thing to watch it on the stadium. All whistles seem against you

The first half was awful. What was it...one shot on goal? But the ending gave me the positive experience. The noise that was up when the last free-kick was played and Dida arrived to the box was so massive that Interistas shitted in their pants. Just look at the relief Stankovic got.
It was my first time on the stadium so I didn't notice everything. I was like a child just gotten into a whole new world turning his head all the time. I had to watch my behaviour, I wanted to see the game, i wanted to see the ultra-scene, the stadium(I recommend Milan home game so that all banners exept in CurvaNord are ours.
My thoughts are empty ATM so i'll tell you more when my brain is functioning again. Just ask what you want to know and i'll tell you.
Oh and I fucked up the pics too. I have something but thats pretty much nothing. I'll give the links anyway when I get them up.
More info how I started going to derby and stuff here