Senators team, from left: Captain Scardamaglia, Pistis Aloe and Partizan in the days of the beginning of Carpenter Street.
Chronicle.
You can be thrilled about losing 11 to 2 a football match in five?
No. You can not be thrilled about losing 11 to 2 a football match in five.
You may be happy to have lost 11 to 2 a football match in five?
No. You can not be happy to have lost 11 to 2 a football match in five.
You may be moderately satisfied to have lost 11 to 2 a football match in five?
Yes, you can be moderately happy to have lost 11 to 2 a football game five if the opponents are called Felsina Football Five are predestined to win, hands down and probably a full score, Championship Opes.
But enough with the rhetorical questions, that if they fuck you in the shit let alone read them to me in writing, and we pass to the minute news meeting. The
Felsina Football Five, said. A team of superior quality, not to Partizan, well look after the 25 readers of this blog, but to the entire Championship Opes. But I say to the whole championship Opes, the whole world amateur soccer Universal. A team in comparison to the "Cooperative Asphalt Romanians" crossed the Tournament of Casalecchio few years ago (and so far used as a touchstone for the teams Martian) becomes a band of fertile pedatori Sunday. And who is passionate about history knows what partigianovalpredica chills of sheer terror down my spine the very name evokes "The Romanians " in the minds of members and supporters of the noble partisans.
Partizan yesterday must do without three elements so far appeared to be more physically and technically on the ball: Reda, Greek and Vittoso. Ready
on. After exactly 20 seconds (and is not a metaphor or hyperbole: they are just twenty seconds flat game) the FFF have already been accommodated on one to zero. For the series: not seriously thought of bringing home the three points, right?
The superiority of the opponents is evident in every area of \u200b\u200bthe field and soon, thanks to Chigine of fair play (not the throw in but he is a gentleman) that referee change his mind by taking responsibility for the final touch on a foul side, fix the two to almost zero in fluency and yawning. Partizan seems dazed and confused, and the impression, from the sidelines, is to attend a boxing match between Giancarlo Magalli Classius and Clay. With Partizan not in the role of Cassius. Rained as medlar opportunities for "F to the cube", while the front of the pedatori valprediani are less strict, bland and impalpable of the Democratic Party in Parliament.
Halfway through the first time the scoresheet says 4-0. You would expect a start and a goal from Aloe (I wonder why not even the goal of Aloe you never expect them) contain the result for the first time on 4 to 1.
The second time you open the lines of the first, with the "F to the cube, which raise and lower the pace of the game to their liking. And like a yo-yo lissergico go up and come before courts seem a bit like fucking them. Five to one, six to one, seven to one. On a seven to Partizan has a burst of pride that allows him to tailor the best goal of the entire meeting (including the twelve felsinofootballfaivistici) coast to coast with an action (whatever the cost) of the whole team: with first four touches almost comes to scoring again, toh, the Cobra Maida, the fifth seal season. There's even time for a charming pile Raffaini for some good starting point for a collective and Chighine penalty not given. Then the deluge with a hail of final goal of the "F to the cube" fixing the score at 12 to 2.
In baseball, the only sport to adopt this rule, the possibility exists for the referee to stop the game for "obvious inferiority." It is not a dishonorable way to lose is simply to recognize the clear affiliation of one of two teams to a higher category than the opponent. If this rule should be applied also existed in football, not the game yesterday but the whole league. The Felsina Football Five belong to another category. But in return, mind you,
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marks.
Courts 7. Do not give him more simply because we think 7 is the maximum we can give to a porter who collects the ball 12 times from his door. But honestly deserves 8, and makes a great impression. TOTALLY INNOCENT!
Scardamaglia. 6 +. not be pleasant to spend the evening playing catch opponents by paring each hole as they were in viet-cong amphetamines expired. juice!
Pistis 6.5. Same as above. But it shows on several occasions a sense of position, the advance and the game that gives some small smile to the large partisan audience. Try again, PISTIS!
Prasciolu 6. Not so much because worst games of his fellow ward, anything, but the lack of wind that forced him on the bench for too long. IN STOCK!
Raffaini 7 +. It takes a while to find the ideal location but when he finds it definitely seems the most on the ball, not only among his own. BEST HUMAN BEING ON THE FIELD! (the others were Martians).
Chighine 6.5. Ok, even if you do not score more in the door there was Rita Levi Montalcini that makes the nap. But it takes blood, breath and race sacrificing his feline character in the process of containment. In addition it does not take stakes. NOT YET "GROARRRR" BUT NOT "MIAOOOOO. Nobel Prize for Fair Play .
Scuderi 6. Boa attack but useful too anchored to the ground. He has the inspiration and ideas but still needs to improve the physical condition. STATIC! Aloe
7 +. football and see how ugly the Mazzamauro just out of the shower. Often convoluted on itself in unlikely and racked my brains dribbling from tango dancer lame. Ma .. There is a but. In fact there are two. The throw inside. Twice. It is not just against these aliens. And then some time passes too, from ... EL Buitre!
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