Tomorrow, waiting to be (re)dismissed on other shores, Lewis Lewis (the most recommended goalkeeper in the long history of Cavalluccio) will return to the Savio bank at the end of his loan.
He will – sigh – officially return to base tomorrow. For end of loan. Although his adventure (on the pitch) in Cesena has already ended a while ago. Yes, for a while. To be precise, certainly not from his – er er – exciting performance shown 16 months ago at Manuzzi against L’Aquila Montevarchi. Damn, Luca Lewis. The son of former Juventus co-president Robert Lewis. One of the most unreliable goalkeepers to have passed through Cesena in the last twenty years (let’s also say in the last thirty years, eh). Surely the most recommended goalkeeper in the long history of Cavalluccio. Surely.
Do you remember? In the year of the Lord two thousand and twenty-two, the ‘very nice’ (on the pitch, but also on TV) Lewis Junior, had landed on the banks of the Savio in the guise of predestined. Two years later, however, the ‘poor’ Luca – now also returning from the disastrous adventure in Pontedera – with just 23 springs on his shoulders he finds himself already tackily pre-binned. Yes, pre-binned. Not exactly the best life for the one who, in his star-spangled dreams, aimed to become the new Gigi Buffon. Not exactly. The American goalkeeper, however, has some consolation. Not bad, his monstrous salary valid until June 30, 2025 (we’re talking about 130 thousand euros, or so). Not bad, eh.
‘Whatever happens it will be a success’ thundered the great Piero Chiambretti many years ago at a dusty Sanremo Festival hosted by Mike Bongiorno. Precisely: whatever happens it will be a success. Yes, a success. At least for Lewis Junior’s bank account. A Lewis Junior who, in the next few weeks, will be (re)distributed to other shores – still on loan and still with his salary (almost) entirely paid by Cavalluccio: here is the worthy finale of a masterpiece of football ignorance… – from good Fabio Artico. Call them aberrations if you want. Aberrations in black and white sauce.
Yes, aberrations. Because two summers ago, the Americans had really done things right – like the ‘best’ Mr. Locatelli. Bringing home the best coach in Serie C and an avalanche of crunchy reinforcements with a platinum curriculum vitae. That summer, the Juventus table really seemed already set for Cesena’s return to Serie B. The Americans wanted that Serie B at all costs. At any cost. They wanted her. But then, suddenly, on the eve of that now famous Cesena-Carrarese with the taste (also) of harassed managers and compound fracturesLewis Senior & Friends cambiarono idea.
