CREMONA – Some matches make you feel feverish. Maybe that fever that makes your head spin and your legs tremble, if you think too much about the fact that yes, you have two results out of three on your side, but the third is there waiting for you in the dark like a thief, to ruin whatever you do , like when zero comes up at roulette.
But Cremo had a whole other type of fever on her, Saturday night fever, the one that transformed her into a grey-red Tony Manerocapable of dragging all his people onto the dance floor to dance and sing with him.
Catanzaro had taken pleasure in playing the role of terrible freshman; and he would have continued like this, if Cremo had given him a chance. But this time there wasn’t the usual Cremo which, as in the old joke about the police, works sometimes yes, sometimes not.
Surprise surprise, Saturday’s match was a Cremo we had never seen before, not even during other victories by separation. A simply unplayable Cremo. Which didn’t even allow itself to be touched by the temptation to aim to win by drawing.
Like Christopher Lee in the role of Dracula he immediately went for the jugular, and once he had sunk his fangs into the victim’s neck he sucked her blood to the last drop, with a vampire-like voluptuousness in which he involved his people.
Cremo understood everything about the matchand Catanzaro understood that there was nothing to understand, that this time he was dealing with an irrepressible Cremo.
Cremo had a great match, without even needing Catanzaro to collaborate by having a bad match. Da test of strength in matches where everything is at stake is a collective feat, of which only teams that have serious talent are capable. And Cremo also shouted in front of Vanoli, Venezia coach in the stands, who as long as you’re joking, you’re joking, but now everything is at stake and Cremo is ready to put their hands and feet on the plate.
It was the conductor who gave the ‘la’ to the grey-red orchestra, that is Caste; then the first violin solo, Franco Vazquez, with that Stradivarius that he has in place of his left foot that finally plays with wonderful punctuality. And everything comes so naturally to this Cremo that he scores goals even with unconventional weapons, such as the right tibia with which Good help he doubled.
But in this Cremo everyone has the license to kill, he recalled Antov recovering the ball, exchanging it with Vazquez and offering it to Leader Maximus for the third goal. The fourth, signed by Sernicolait would be a mere news item if he hadn’t built it Collocoloa total midfielder whose recovery is precious.
In the end, the Zini really looked like an open-air disco, accompanying the grey-red Tony Manero on his lap of honour.
And now the stadium doesn’t even have time to turn off the lights, because the big ball is at its peak. Venezia arrives, the Vikings arrive, we need to recharge quickly because drawing is no longer enough, we need to win.
The feat is extreme, but in your opinion did Cremo look like she was scared on Saturday?
