We thought it was basketball, but instead it’s something else. There Fortitude comes out of the double of Trapani with a list of things ranging from controversies over tickets, accusations of blackmail and extortion, Elettra Lamborghini, the fine of 750 euros for game 1 caused by the home team’s trumpets (della Fossa di can say anything, but not about trumpets have ever been seen), the injury to Aradori, Freeman’s fever, Bolpin who throws a table to miss the free throw but goes in, Ogden’s hand. And, in the middle, a game 2 conditioned if not guided by a series of referee whistles that made it clear how things are going. Ogden’s third and fourth fouls saw one of the best – or rather, one of the survivors – Bolognese out of the match. Then, interspersed with two 3-pointers that defied the laws of dynamics (the ball was sucked into the rim after having already come out), the action of the Taflaj-Notae foul. That if a foul had been made, and here we would have to open a debate, it should have led to 2, and not 3, free throws. The player from Trapani had his foot on the line, but that’s fine anyway, in a night, or rather in a long, haunted and cursed weekend.
In Trapani they are already celebrating, between arrogance and lack of sportsmanship, and that’s fine, also because – let’s face it – if they have won a thousand thousand matches in the season it means that the pitch has said something. And maybe in Bologna you can say that you don’t know how to lose, but that’s not the case, also because it will take the Sharks centuries to get to LOSE what Fortitudo has done in its history, so this is not the fact: we are used to it. So let’s avoid playing Game 3 and let us celebrate what needs to be celebrated without forcing anyone to travel, to ask for tickets, to provoke (Trovato who declares he wants to arrive at the Paladozza in the Virtus shirt) and to risk problems of public order. Let’s end it here, let Barbara D’Urso and company rejoice at what is already planned, and let’s not go any further. Everything is done, it seems.
The match? Heroic fortitude, quelled only by complicated conditions and the impossibility of knowing how to go not so much beyond one’s limits, but even more. With forced quintets, with the need to use players who cannot be protagonists, etc. But making a really, really good impression. It will be a good A2 next year, with harmony between the desks and the field, the bench and the public. We don’t deserve anything better, because the less better is elsewhere. On the other hand, if Petrucci said that Trapani is the strongest A2 team ever (maybe he doesn’t remember when the Oscars, the Dawkins, the Dalipagic, the Dantleys were around these parts), who are we to deny him? Que se besen.
Just like heaven – The Trapani public must acknowledge the banner encouraging Aradori. Not all apples fall near the tree. And the fact that, in recent days, Fortitudo has found a lot of support from neutral fans, indeed, sometimes even from cousins (never, cit.). It must mean something.
Disintegration – Everything else, everything. And who knows if to yesterday’s refereeing trio Music (and the rest disappears) will like it. Someone will have to invite them to the party. Without even having to pay the 40 euro ticket in the VIP area.
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