of CARLO TECCO
One cup each. Inter celebrated twelve months of badges, the Rome a week's Italian Cup, AC Milan Champions Cup one day. The intensity may increase its brevity.
Who have dry mouth, poor thing, smoking can uncork bottles to wet the waste paper and sent to the league worst fake and that the ugliness of history and fiction have never ejaculated.
The pen does not excite. What balls, repeat the usual nonsense. E 'end of the year end championship, the ultimate goal of good intentions. Last summer, burned by the World and Calciopoli, football categories (reporters, managers, institutions) had promised a revolution: someone has counted winners and losers?
JOURNALISTS is (are) a losing battle. Not there is much to philosophize: missing the balls. Roberto Mancini is more sympathetic to Jose Mourinho for two reasons: trains in Italy and says what he thinks (if he thought), unlike the Portuguese colleague.
Fabio Capello was a monster of perfection, when he was in Italy. Fabio Capello is a mostricino of imperfection, when he went to Spain this lily. Fabio Capello is a virtuoso of perfection, when in Spain and is okay to return to Italy.
MANAGERS are the tables of those who survive on the crumbs of power (the journalists). We live in waiting for the day of application: when a reporter for Sky in particular, have the courage to ask a question, those with the point question, Adriano Galliano or Massimo Moratti.
League and the Federation, on the other hand, have found a balance: men's division of power, blackmail continues to stir controversy and art for the usual fear and always postponed revolution.
COMPANIES ' and the players were guilty of the relegation of Chievo. There's no crying for the departure from the A team Campedelli, a vassal of the old regime. Although boiata of the story - the curse - it's easy to palliative rhetoric of journalists to the barrel. Congratulations to the rebellion of Mario Sconcerti: the educational practice of posthumous vindication. For weeks, indeed, the League di coda s’era trasformato in una marchetta italiana (Roma-Torino?). Ma l’illecito sportivo appartiene alla Juventus, quasi per diritto divino.
UN ABBRACCIO a Massimo Moratti: il Resto del Pallone gli consiglia una lunga e rilassante vacanza in Polinesia, oppure nel Nirvana. Il prossimo anno sarà terribile. E le sue «uscite ineleganti» saranno uscite di un’eleganza che non c’è più. Caro MM, Moggi non c’è, la verginità sarà consumata, Ibra può avere le amicizie che vuole, la Juve sarà di ritorno. La simpatia (leggasi pena) ormai è andata.
The pen does not excite. What balls, repeat the usual nonsense. E 'end of the year end championship, the ultimate goal of good intentions. Last summer, burned by the World and Calciopoli, football categories (reporters, managers, institutions) had promised a revolution: someone has counted winners and losers?
JOURNALISTS is (are) a losing battle. Not there is much to philosophize: missing the balls. Roberto Mancini is more sympathetic to Jose Mourinho for two reasons: trains in Italy and says what he thinks (if he thought), unlike the Portuguese colleague.
Fabio Capello was a monster of perfection, when he was in Italy. Fabio Capello is a mostricino of imperfection, when he went to Spain this lily. Fabio Capello is a virtuoso of perfection, when in Spain and is okay to return to Italy.
MANAGERS are the tables of those who survive on the crumbs of power (the journalists). We live in waiting for the day of application: when a reporter for Sky in particular, have the courage to ask a question, those with the point question, Adriano Galliano or Massimo Moratti.
League and the Federation, on the other hand, have found a balance: men's division of power, blackmail continues to stir controversy and art for the usual fear and always postponed revolution.
COMPANIES ' and the players were guilty of the relegation of Chievo. There's no crying for the departure from the A team Campedelli, a vassal of the old regime. Although boiata of the story - the curse - it's easy to palliative rhetoric of journalists to the barrel. Congratulations to the rebellion of Mario Sconcerti: the educational practice of posthumous vindication. For weeks, indeed, the League di coda s’era trasformato in una marchetta italiana (Roma-Torino?). Ma l’illecito sportivo appartiene alla Juventus, quasi per diritto divino.
UN ABBRACCIO a Massimo Moratti: il Resto del Pallone gli consiglia una lunga e rilassante vacanza in Polinesia, oppure nel Nirvana. Il prossimo anno sarà terribile. E le sue «uscite ineleganti» saranno uscite di un’eleganza che non c’è più. Caro MM, Moggi non c’è, la verginità sarà consumata, Ibra può avere le amicizie che vuole, la Juve sarà di ritorno. La simpatia (leggasi pena) ormai è andata.
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