Most footballers celebrate a World Cup win with champagne, parades, and maybe a long nap. Andrea Pirlo? He turned up to AC Milan’s preseason friendly match *completely hammered*. And then, like the footballing wizard he is, still bossed the midfield like he was playing chess while everyone else was kicking pebbles.
The Morning After Berlin
It was 2006. Italy had just beaten France in the World Cup final. While the world was still buzzing from Zidane’s infamous headbutt, Pirlo was nursing a hangover of champions. Not metaphorically—literally.
According to his brilliant autobiography “I Think Therefore I Play”, Pirlo showed up the very next day for a preseason match against a Serie C side while still swimming in alcohol fumes. His words, not ours:
“The day after the celebrations in Berlin, I had to play in a friendly match. I took to the field completely drunk and still played better than anyone else.”
Pirlo Didn’t Need Legs. He Had a Brain
While most players would be lucky to find their boots in that condition, Pirlo put on a midfield masterclass. No sprinting. No shouting. Just pure class. Think hangover meets heatmap domination. He was so smooth, you’d think the alcohol made him play better.
And honestly, that’s peak Pirlo. He didn’t sweat. He didn’t shout. He just *existed*, like the ball was his pet and the pitch his living room. Vision, calm, control and a bit of Prosecco.
Footballing Jedi Mode: Activated
This isn’t just a funny story. It’s a testament to how freakishly gifted Andrea Pirlo was. He had this aura. While others chased the ball like toddlers at recess, Pirlo saw the game five steps ahead, drunk or sober.
So the next time your coach yells at you for being sluggish during warm-up, just smile and remember: Andrea Pirlo once turned up *sloshed* and still pulled strings like a midfield puppeteer.
Different breed. Different timeline. Same old Pirlo.
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