Tuesday the Juventus he played rather badly, but with a random goal in the 83rd minute he took away the Italian cup final at the Lazio that he deserved it. Yesterday he put under the Milanespecially in the second half, but he didn’t find the goal, he only got one point and now he even risks third place: feels the breath of Thiago Motta’s Bologna. In a couple of hours someone will remember the team’s performance Cheer up? I doubt about it. In recent days, however, I have heard positive comments on the performance of the Bianconeri atOlympic: the result drugs the brains, even the healthiest ones.
Juve-Milan it was the synthesis match of our cultural paradoxes and prejudices: two faced each other great professionals overwhelmed by same fate (in the dark sea of economic emergencies) albeit for diametrically opposite reasons. In the end Cheer up will pay for the ordinariness of this Juventusnot the results (the scudetto with Gatti, Weah, Kostic, Locatelli, Iling-Junior and Alex Sandro not even David Copperfield would have succeeded): Max has in fact brought home everything that had been asked of him in the summer by the Company; Pegs he will lose his job because of the results, not because of the play that has long been among the most brilliant in the league.
This can only mean two things: that the managers of Juventus And Milan I’m not among the most competent in football and therefore also influenced by the discontent of the fans, but I don’t want to think that this is the case. Or that, beyond the pressures of the streets, social networks, commentators and anti-pathizers, we live in a country that is in some ways – football – confused, so much so that we have not yet understood that the result is more than anything. So fuck the theorists of proactive football who don’t consider the value of the players, who don’t realize that ifEurope it rewards us with five or six places in the Champions League only for the not only tactical skill of our most tested and successful masters.
Cheer up And Pegs they are absolute values of football: the cart and the green sauce should accompany many scientists of the word exclusively on the hunt for consensus and engagements. Max will also have many faults: but Vlahovic, his best striker, didn’t hold a ball yesterday; the much invoked Yildiz made me regret it Church (the Turk needs to play and play and play); I didn’t mind Weah full band and up Leãoand I found the choice of to be a good one Cambiaso in place of McKennie, unwatchable in Rome. Pegs was not awarded by Leãonor from Loftus Cheek; Thiaw, Gabbia and Sportiello the most on the ball. And I said almost everything. The more the years pass, the more I think like Cucci, Adalberto Bortolotti, Mura and the unforgettable Sconcerti (them, yes, real). Especially in a phase of our football where the result is life.
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