Sommer: knock knock. He doesn't open. Present. 7
Bisseck: Inter's two-faced Janus: a crazy thing, a distraction. That's how it is. 6
Sticks: keeps things going in the first half. Forward in football. Clone. 7
Carlos Augusto: a strange match. He starts off badly, very badly, grows over time and after the goal he rises to prominence. Discontinuous. 6.5
Dumfries: alternates sprints on the wing with touches without too much sense. He misses an absurd goal. Merry Christmas. 6
Stretcher: trots for everyone. Often putting aside the enormous class that distinguishes it. Swordsman. 6
Calhanoglu: sings and carries the cross. On this occasion he carries the cross much more. Sacrificed. 7
Mkhitaryan: he makes a lot of mistakes, too much for someone like him. But you find it everywhere. Parsley. 6
Dimarco: strangely disordered, he takes off in a couple of circumstances but achieves little. Smoky. 6
Thuram: tries to be seen often and willingly. He doesn't do much until he scores. Sniper. 6.5
Lautaro: unrecognizable. Literally unrecognizable. 5
from the 73rd de Vrij: ordered. Maintains positions. Soldier. 6
from the 73rd Zielinski: a few balls played, little else. Cold. 6
from the 80th Buchanan: a couple of sprints on the wing. He's there and he wants to show off. Jewel? 6
from the 89th Frattesi: without vote
from the 89th Taremi: without vote
Simone Inzaghi: His team's first half was largely insufficient. I don't know what he said in the locker room but Inter return to the pitch with a different conviction. Sorry but not too much. Sergeant. 7
