Thorsby opened the scoring and Frendrup found the second in the first half. Gudmundsson scores the third in the second half. Goals scored by players from Northern Europe. Eighth clean sheet for Martinez. Before the match standing ovation with president Zangrillo for Corradi. 31,253 spectators at Ferraris.
First half – Concrete and tidy as ‘Gila’ had requested during the presentation phase. The first half is a demonstration of strength from our team who find the keys to lead the match. Two goals are enough and they advance. The mathematical permanence had entered the safe before taking the field. An award for team and staff work. So the imperative is to finish on a high note by enriching the ranking and consolidating twelfth place. The start is thoughtful. The lineups are mirrored and success at the ‘Temple’ has been missing for a couple of months. We manage the ball by showing off a sample of preventive coverages to defuse the opponents’ verticalisations. At the first opportunity we put our noses forward. Sabelli on the right draws Thorsby in the centre. The Norwegian makes use of his acrobatic skills, hitting the ball into the corner to Scuffet’s left. A precious tower, no. 2 in different circumstances. We insist on the wings of advantage. Cagliari felt the pinch, losing their chances and ending up knocked out for the second time. It’s Frendrup who unleashes an unstoppable right-footed shot just wide of the post, goal no. 2 accompanied by 5 assists and the record of duels won (193 in the 33rd), after an action finished off by Vasquez primed by Martin. Let’s play on velvet. After the half hour it was Retegui, on his birthday, who looked for the icing by turning off a shot from Thorsby. The island reaction is sterile. We control effectively. Martinez has to take care of the ordinary administration, well protected by the trio of Vogliacco, De Winter and Vasquez. We go to half-time at 2-0.
Second half – Also on track in the second half with another realization and a fluidity that increases as the minutes pass. We start again with three substitutions for the four Moors. The attempt to move the waters, return to the surface, see the light again. No changes from our bench. We attack under the Zena by launching a long-range fireball with Badelj. We are focused and raise the center of gravity with precise geometries and lightening maneuvers. Sabelli puts the turbo into play by passing it to Vogliacco, the cross is smashed into the goal by Thorsby. Scuffet relaxes, removing the chestnuts from the fire. Mentally free. With the desire to harpoon the three points, like a fishing boat chasing a sword. The news is colored with other ideas. Free kick with the counter from specialist Gudmundsson, De Winter heads to cross. The ball ends outside. For long stretches we are masters of the field and, when we drop the business card, we take out the pen to sign the hat trick. We work intelligently on the attacking midfield until the shot under Gudmundsson’s nose. Face to face with the goalkeeper, the shot is a sentence. Pole and goal. Fourteenth in the championship for the Icelandic star this season. The third score puts the game on ice. Spence and Haps take over Sabelli and Martin. Then Bohinen and Cittadini enter for Badelj and Vasquez. Azzi comes close to scoring the flag. Space for Vitinha in place of Gudmundsson. The finale is a catwalk to gather applause also for the Portuguese’s conclusions. We go up to 42 points. The away match in Milan is on the horizon.
