Ah, the sweet awakening after a winning match with a gas wire and giving another proof of defensive omnipotence such as few have seen in these parts. There Fortitude of the playoffs he gets 59.8 per game, and it’s okay that the climate is different, the worst games are dirty and mean, and as a consequence the attack is also affected a little (it was 77 before, it has become 71.7 now , but who cares). But the way in which the team managed to turn everything around in these six outings by putting the anti-theft alarm, especially on the opposing wingers, is fabulous. The memory goes to Fortitudo of 2015, who only took 58 in those winning playoffs, but it was Serie B and the memory – although exhilarating – has been somewhat mitigated by the passage of time. To put aside game 3, and therefore the entire semi-final, let’s just say that Freeman has been unstoppable lately (ok, with Hogue maybe it would have been different, but who cares here) and that despite some declines compared to other matches – Aradori few, but good . Or the famous bench players, yesterday so-so – the team today seems like granite. AND Rieti, even when he was in the lead, he always did so with an aura of ineluctable inability to truly believe in victory. That’s enough.
And then final. As happened in 2016, when the thing was even more sensational (it was a newly promoted team from B2, which floated in the championship for a long time even below the playoff threshold) and was cut short by Flowers’ injury. And, as happened in 2016, with infighting at the Alibegovic house: at the time Mirza, today Amar, perhaps hoping that it will end in another way. Facing Trapani, and this will take all the pressure elsewhere given that, over there, jokingly – but perhaps not so much – they are already thinking about the Euroleague. But, as long as they don’t play with Teodosic, they can also be beatable, right? We’ll talk again. For now, as they say, nunc est bibendum. Everything else is later.
Just like heaven – Bolpin is the MVP of the series, in this writer’s opinion. Maybe even more than Freeman, because he took Johnson and silenced him. On the other hand, jazz in these parts isn’t crazy. Then, however, a round of applause to all of Fortitudo. From the president saint, apostle, down to the last of the runners, even if there is one. Think about the last few years, the relegations, the matches faced (not always unintentionally) on the wrong foot, the controversies, the consultants, the avoidance, the intimidation thanks.
Disintegration – But what do we want to disintegrate today, when even Morgillo’s phalluses or Sergio’s stones seemed beautiful?
