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| San Siro, Tunisia |
In Tunisia, Ben Ali's gang and his family did business in a very simple way. As they were the richest in the tubs, they could afford to buy at any time, any activity that would be interested (even the national bank, so to speak). No competitor could afford to match their offer, and no owner could afford to reject it. But since they were also the most powerful in the tubs, when money was not enough they could resort to the most prominent methods to get what they wanted, of overcoming any reluctance, let's call it a market. Harassment until small enough, because you do not need to kill the flies with the guns. But even with the guns when the going gets tough. All this lasted until, for reasons that sagacious corrisponenti of the major Italian newspapers have explained better than me, came a time when, from Hammamet to Tunis, Bizerte through (the indifference of the Italian holidaymakers nearby village Valtur di El Kebir , troppo distratti dal corso di acquagimme delle dieci), i sudditi si sono ribellati di fronte a tanta prepotenza, e hanno messo in fuga Alì Ben e i suoi quaranta ladroni. Adesso la fiamma della rivolta è divampata in tutta l'area e, se tutto va bene, speriamo possa arrivare anche negli stadi italiani. Mi spiego.
In Italia, la cricca di Massimo Moratti e famiglia nel calcio fa affari in un modo molto semplice. Siccome sono i più ricchi del bigoncio, possono permettersi di comprare, in qualsiasi momento, qualsiasi giocatore cui sono interessati (anche il centravanti della nazionale, Giampaolo Pazzini, per dire). Nessun concorrente può permettersi to match their offer, no president can afford to reject it (and never mind if, now an orphan of his bomber, his team four goals to take the first exit, and you can bet that will not be the last time. Pecunia non olet , especially in times of crisis). But because they are also the most powerful of the tubs when not enough money, say, to win games because the opponent takes the field with honor, may resort to the most prominent methods to get what they want, overcoming any reluctance of the field . Harassment until small enough, because you do not need to kill the flies with the guns. But even with the guns when the going gets tough.
Today, say, at the San Siro flew a lot of flies. Things were made against Palermo not bad, very bad. Second successive defeat incoming whistles for flasks, goodbye dreams of glory. Need a jolt. Giampaolo Pazzini had entered the field, asking what could be better than a nice flurry of free kicks from the corner of the area? Said and done: the mighty Lucio, after stealing the ball in midfield, he launches into one of his raids proverbial albatross. Proverbial in the sense that always end badly, because an opponent steals the ball, raises the counter-attack in defense and he has to run with their tails between their legs. Today, however, the strong and always correct Lucio had a brilliant idea, as are all the brilliant ideas with which they kill two birds with one stone: throw a lion's skin as soon as the first opponent is approaching and as a remedy even inviting free-kick away. Riguardatevi images: the poor Bacinovic not only does not touch him, but neither comes close, but the strong and always correct, and Lucio monocigliato, arms arched back like a long jumper, is already in the air in search of the phallus . Rizzoli, and here I stop at Rizzoli, bait, and allows the free-kick. Maicon beat the Giampaolo Pazzini above gored and Inter equalized the game. One moment he was on the brink of the abyss. He now has a lifetime ahead.
(Small aside: from the brink has also helped out the naivete of Palermo, and in particular that Javier Pastor whose maturity football was too overrated. The guy is good, the guy does, but has yet to take several slaps in the face, because the decisive penalty-that are not mere formalities, as he once wrote a sympathetic commentator on this blog-you roll with a very different decision, and why a heel is good, two heels are good, three are heels , but from the fourth means that you do not want to play, you've given up, you're doing a favor to his companions, perhaps Migliaccio and Delio Rossi should hang to the dressing room and explain to see the phenomena that you go to the circus, not the stadium)
recover, and in conclusion, does not take much to put in a sixth game. An innocent little grebes on the trocar. The commentator (ecstasy Richard Gentile, who most seemed to be at San Siro in Lourdes) do not realize it, his shoulder (the soporific Luca Marchegiani, which probably also occurs in the powerpoint while talking) even mention it, the 'referee, oh well, the referee Rizzoli. Bacinovic complains, has the forlorn face of the migrant as Lucan Pasquale Ametrano when rub their bosses, because he knows that, as in American policing, say anything or will the game be used against him. This is called the banality of evil, because the Mafia makes money by stealing penny to penny on a sea of \u200b\u200bcontracts, in places less obvious, perhaps on the construction of a viaduct in the province of Isernia, not robbing Fort Knox. Why did no one notice, so much is routine . But not enough, because then we must also win the match, and then also need the gun to kill the fly that will not die. What's better than a good discipline invented? Nothing, especially if one is to beat that, during the run, he stops to catch the inspiration, is a fake, as if nothing had happened (as if the regulation, even one match oratory, does not prohibit it) takes his first step to pull. Giampaolo Pazzini gets the usual high rate before an Argentine defender with bangs, moving the hip type of Mossetto Mauris Laurito and just feel the breath of the Argentine defender is to move away the hair from his eyes, suddenly collapses on the floor, as such a a boy who had problems with stock photos . Strictly speaking, three to two, and all game won at home.
The final two minutes of recovery (simple game simple: if the result had been stopped on two by two, how many minutes of recovery was allowed to Rizzoli allow Inter to complete her comeback? Fifteen? Twenty-four? Thirty-six?) Are just the icing on the cake. The copper coin thrown at the homeless dying on the floor, after giving him a kick in the face with the Church's loafers. However, Ben Ali had to take stock and barrel for much less. We acknowledge the comeback of the model and Inter, as people will have finished wasting thirty million euro to go see Checco Zalone (though I think this thing can not sleep. In this and what happened to Lello Arena ), we hope we will soon be infected by fans of Tunisia revolt, the revolt for bread, which for us is football. Because tonight we are all Bacinovic, we are all defenders with Argentine the fringe, we are all homeless people dying, we are all Tunisians, and above all none of us wants to disappear into oblivion as Lello Arena.
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