Never thought I'd see a pro-Pippo column on Eurosport's English page, but, well, I did. Here it is:
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Early Doors has a few guilty secrets. Many of them involve midgets, armed coups in central African nations and enormous quantities of cheese.
But perhaps the most shameful of all is this - ED loves Filippo Inzaghi.
Now 35, Inzaghi is the kind of out-and-out striker that seems to be dying out of the modern game.
He is the opposite of Emile Heskey. He isn't a team player, he doesn't track back, he doesn't hold the ball up and he certainly doesn't put in the hard yards. All he does is score stacks of important goals.
And last night he stuck it to Portsmouth with a sensational stoppage-time effort that scraped a 2-2 draw for Milan.
ED has done a lot of research on Superpippo and has discovered the following:
He spends 31 per cent of his time gesticulating, 24 per cent getting caught offside, 19 per cent rolling on the deck brandishing imaginary yellow cards, 14 per cent clasping his hands together and making a face like a toddler who has just dropped his ice cream on the floor, and the remaining 12 per cent of his time on the pitch is spent scoring goals.
Early Doors spent years despising Inzaghi. It hated the playacting, the whining and the constant irritation of seeing him deliver at crunch time.
It joined in the sniping, nodding sagely when Jaap Stam called him and his brother Simone "diving cheats" and chuckling when Sir Alex Ferguson said: "Filippo Inzaghi was born in an offside position."
Then something strange happened. As Inzaghi continued to defy his critics, scoring goals in the face of constant criticism and derision, Early Doors's hatred turned to grudging respect, then admiration, then full, unsettlingly profound love.
Admittedly, Early Doors has a thing for anti-heroes - Inzaghi joins George W. Bush, William Gallas and Craig Revel-Horwood on ED's list of lovable rogues.
No wonder he feels as though the world is against him - he has scored over 250 goals in his club career and 25 for his country, yet every compliment of him is backhanded.
This zinger from Johan Cruyff summed it up perfectly: "He can't play football at all. He's just always in the right position."
Only six players have scored more in the Champions League: Andriy Shevchenko, Raul, Alfredo Di Stefano, Ruud van Nistelrooy, Thierry Henry and Eusebio.
So you can shut your face when Early Doors calls him one of the greatest strikers of all time.
Last night's goal was his 68th in European competition, and was classic Inzaghi.
It was timed to inflict maximum misery on the opposition - an equaliser in the 92nd minute of a game Milan had deservedly trailed 2-0.
There was a whiff of controversy about it, with Inzaghi taking up his customary position nanometres from straying offside.
His first touch was a sublime piece of control; his second was a lucky bobble off his shin; and his third was a little slice of predatory genius, prodding the ball into the bottom-left corner.
He has been doing it since Peter Crouch was in short(er) trousers, and Portsmouth should have known not to give him a yard of space in their box.
Inzaghi celebrated in customary fashion, breaching a lacklustre cordon of stewards to get stuck in with the away support. He went back for more after the game, chucking various items of clothing to his adoring fans.
And that, it seems, is what makes him so good. This was, for Milan, the fabled cold Tuesday night at Rochdale.
An away trip in the UEFA Cup - a competition Milan are mortified to be in - to play a game that was not even shown on Italian TV. Yet Inzaghi celebrated his equaliser like it was the World Cup final.
No less a sage than Silvio Berlusconi, fresh from praising Barack Obama's tan, actually hit the nail on the head in his appraisal of Inzaghi: "Perhaps his touch on the ball isn't very good, but he lives for the goal."
While he appears to embody all the precious, whingeing, cheating values we hate in the modern game, Filippo Inzaghi is a purist's dream. He doesn't care about image, wealth or WAGs. All he cares about is scoring goals.