Undefeated in nine of the last ten away games. Exponential growth. Twice forward and then down. In the final, an own goal by the Rossoneri seals a golden point. We rise to 43 points after 35 days. Best newly promoted player in the top five leagues in Europe.
First half – We go to half-time at 1-1 with a performance of personality. The opportunity to put your nose forward comes immediately. All it takes is a handful of minutes and we won’t let her escape. Tomori late knocks out Vogliacco at the start of the match, Retegui scores 0-1 from the spot: ball on one side, goalkeeper on the other. Only one penalty that didn’t make it into his career. Seventh seal in a championship with fits and starts. The game is pleasant with quick reversals and well-maneuvered actions up to the backcourt. The reaction is printed on the post hit by Pulisic, Martinez flies onto the trajectory to cover the mirror. Our management is like a mature team despite the absences on the back. The lines are narrow, piercing them is a challenge. Badelj dictates the tempo in a big way, Frendrup also shields the flies. We are beautiful on the piece among the choirs thundering from the third ring. We move as a tested collective, glued to the certainties welded by Gila in recent months. The Danish midfielder whistles a right-footed shot wide by Ekuban. We rely on two mobile tips to climb, easing the unrealistic attempts to apply pressure. Lucid and precise in handling the ball and returning it to the sender. Real team. We control the routine of the opponents without worries. Martinez cradles a torpedo from Leao in his arms, deflecting a whip from Pulisic over the goal and, later, a header from Theo Hernandez following a shot from the corner flag. At half-time we march into the changing rooms with the certainty that we are more than in the game, even if we concede the equalizer at the end of the first half. Florenzi, an open account with us, collects the cross with Chukwuezxe’s counter, restoring the balance.
Second half – Two more goals for us and two for the others. We return to Genoa with a great point and the certainty of being a tough nut to crack for everyone. We return to the ring with the desire to make an impact again by unleashing our qualities. Here I am. This time Vogliacco produces the assist with a splendid cross to the center, Ekuban breaks away to score the fourth center of the tournament. Second goal at home to the second-placed team. Apply yourself to closing drafts, ready to overturn the front and gain meters. Milan comes forward and we push them back. Martinez’s arms like tentacles to clear the area, on Theo Hernandez’s left he crouches and blocks without worries. The script is written. We are opposing with full strength to counter the Rossoneri’s advances, we have the strength to restart and put our heads out there. He goes to great lengths on Giroud’s oversized scavetto and is caught in a corner. We suffer some one-on-ones, but we keep up and overcome the difficulties. We concede corners, conceding the second draw with Gabbia’s deflection following the development of a corner. The ball hits the ground, bypassing Martinez’s opposition. Twelfth in the championship with this method for the Devil. Inside Haps and Strootman for Martin and Badelj. We go under for the first time with a powerful diagonal from Giroud, one of the last goals in Italy, who chills Martinez with a diagonal on a serve from the wing. We’re not fleshing out the assaults. Cittadini and Papadopoulos take over Vogliacco and Ekuban. We get back to 3-3 thanks to an own goal by Thiaw, pressured by Retegui and brought about by a run by Thorsby. What a game. The 4 thousand tribute at the Meazza is the prize for returning home. Sassuolo for the penultimate match at Ferraris on Sunday.
