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was a bit 'of time not to take notes on the weekend of football, but in these two days are a lot of interesting things happened in the major European leagues, and I threw them in the meal with the same audacity with which an attendant at the zoo deposits raw steaks in the cage of panthers.

1. Juve are a great team.

2. The English League Cup final (first season title assigned), won at the last minute from the small against the great Arsenal Birmingham, is a parable of example for several reasons. Meanwhile, for the brilliant goal which Oba-Oba Martins decided the meeting. It 's a mystery to me why someone like Oba-Oba (that we all remember for his unintentionally comical linguistic indecision to Controcampo, where, with obvious sadism, Piccinini involved in the complex question such as "all evening in the disco, Bazzani, the Merz, Vieri ... and Oba-Oba ", and strings on the first floor frightened Nigerian) ball games at high levels because no any inherent quality of the game of football - and yet I'm glad to see him rejoicing with those somersaults meaningless, because it is a moment of pure joy, childlike joy, comforting naivete. I do not have that on then scored into an empty net from a yard (his other goal I can imagine them not me). I do not even soprano given the new rear gunners composed of a stopper and a goalkeeper share the same surname and the same incomprehensible incomprehensible (knowing Wenger) idiosyncrasy towards the concept of games without smudging. Arsenal has proved once again the paradox that is, which is a wonderful team, which plays very well, with very exceptional players ( goal from Van Persie is a pearl , bets of Nasri, Wilshire and Arshavin sweet like a goodnight kiss), but it will never win anything, because to look in the mirror too much you end up in some of the same name as the works of Pistoletto , no longer recognizes itself and you lose. Finally is always pleased when he won the North of England and London cries.

3. Borussia Dortmund is really amazing . Without getting caught by dizziness, went to Monaco and after ten minutes is already in scoring with a nice touch of Lucas Barrios, Bayern equalized two minutes later and goes forward again with a play of superfine Sahin, per la verità lasciato libero di calciare come solo i mediani della Roma sanno concedere; nel secondo tempo controlla senza tremare e sigilla il trionfo con un bel colpo di testa dell'ex Hummels. Robben, Ribery e Mueller semplicemente non pervenuti. A questo punto anche il più scaramantico dei gialloneri non può più nascondersi, neanche un harakiri di quelli raccontati da Tato potrebbe far perdere il campionato alla squadra di Jurgen Klopp, o almeno è quello che tutti speriamo.

4. Curioso il modo in cui è passata in vantaggio l'Inter ieri sera. Il portiere, sul palo, sistema la barriera; in barriera manca un uomo sulla destra, 'll be coming, Inter's players complain about the lack of distance, the referee, a dude from American comedy pecoreccia, for no apparent reason, decided the same whistle, Sneijder, who has a phenomenal foot, invents a fantastic trajectory; Curci Rosica, and for once not all the blame.

5. This year is more difficult than in the past but I am sure that three teams with three wonderful strikers at the end will be saved. Three attackers, who yesterday rightly purged. The first is Demba Ba just get married at West Ham, centavanti a dream, with huge hands, the second Pandiani the rifle, a true veteran (pity that his wonderful gore is not enough all'Osasuna), which marks his goals at the end of the season and the third is Lucas Podolski, who yesterday marked the network more beautiful day, a dove from fuoriarea not believe, at the last second, giving the success to his Cologne. I would like to add to this roundup of derelicts, but the feat of Abdel Kader Ghezzal, but (and) Bari does not believe any more.

6. The exultation of Raul after each of his goals, even the useless yesterday (as almost all of the Schalke goal this year) should be made to see in the soccer schools across Europe. Raul is just happy to score. Look, not all are.

7. Is not the best play at ten o'clock. Neither is playing at the Riazor. Against teams of buttoned Lotina, then ... Even worse is to do after your bitter rival has scrambled the Majorca home. But Real Madrid has made quite a mess going to goalless draw against Depor. I see the championship final compromise, and even the head to head in April I do not think it will affect much (Indeed). It seems a blasphemy to say that maybe Mourinho was wrong to play the first minute Kaka, sacrificing a ispiratissimo Di Maria, but perhaps not. These are changing times, and the myths that fall. Certainly it would be another tough year without tituli , but I get the feeling that Madrid first realize it the better. To complain about the decisive goal that would guarantee Raul, however, there is always time ....

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My day of liberation

I hate to speak in Rome on LB, I use it exclusively for this blog realize my darkest fantasy football, at the how to deploy the selection of the Veneto region, to discover what happened to the tireless midfield motor Emile Mbouh, to tell the exciting ride of Calais or to analyze the punishment of Ilunga Mwepu, certainly not use this blog to stress the problems of my team, because in a few years of radio Roman lived on the ground I realized that talking about Rome is really annoying and basically useless. Today I would not sully my resume blogger, but I must do it, because for me today is the day of liberation, because in this post I will try to make a general point. There is something rotten, really rotten about 3 to 0 when you're not convinced to take i 3 punti a casa,c'è qualcosa di ancora più marcio quando sul 3 a 3 speri in un goal avversario per porre fine a quello che reputi un regno del terrore. Lo scorso settembre 2009 quando la Roma perdeva in casa contro una squallida Juventus ero in viaggio. Un viaggio in pullman da Ragusa a Roma un qualcosa di atroce,reso ancor più tremendo dalla seconda sconfitta in campionato,un viaggio della speranza tormentato da un ragazzo ceco( ceco di Praga per dirla alla Verdone) seduto dietro che ingurgitava un qualche alcolico da discount che si lamentava perché il film scelto (un qualcosa di Pieraccioni) non si sentiva bene. Nel mentre cominciavano a circolare le prime voci di dimissioni di Spalletti e in quel Travel ETERNAL concern was not addressed as much to alcohol vapors from my friendly neighbor, as a possible replacement, one name was on that trip as well as possible and to hope in ethyl coma an asshole behind me, I pray with all my heart make mistakes. Today I'm elated, and I'm damn glad I'm in a painful and humiliating stuff " Anna into exile in ar process" as the teacher would say, but this is a great defeat, thanking the lord I do not run more the risk of finding nothing on the bench for another year, surely this will mean greet my idol and Dionysius Damiano, according to Ranieri who misses only a baguette under his arm, a red scarf and a striped T-shirt for embodying the stereotype of the French , but it's a sacrifice I gladly accepted. It will be like that phony to speak, this false charm, the arrogance in responding, it will be that wherever he went all complained about him. Juventus fans had a few friends tried to warn me, but until you try it on your skin can not understand. Today in Rome trying to accomplish, thanks to what has been done, but no one realized that an episode of Consorzio Nettuno without sound more exciting this was Rome. Today we carry out, the fault of the players are spoiled children who have chased the poor gentleman, a poor gentleman who had managed to quarrel with the mascot, a poor gentleman able to do a bolt 50 years in Monaco which is ridiculed by his captain, a gentleman allergic to change and perhaps the better so if the changes in question are Loria Borriello (Menez-Simplicio after the 3 to 1) on 3 to 2 in your favor. He can not do the game goes against his nature, he was really more fun to put row that part of Rome. Never known this season as the shortage of benches. AC Milan is likely to win the Scudetto with a mister that define green is really cheap (you can see from the Champions), and is likely to win due to suicide Inter, who lost 6 months to discover that Benitez and Mourinho are not equal and that takes a coach like Leonardo only to blow out of spite Ibra. Not to mention Del Blacks, coach of the province, which is doing the same in Turin figure burino enriched to a dinner party that tries to cut the meat with the knife wrong. I also understand the Lazio fans, because in this league make sense to complain about Reja, because it was ok quarters, but that does not mean that we should not try to play football freezing the result on a dismal 1 to 0. And then! Complain even if you're first or fourth, do it because you go to the stadium to see us play football and not to see barricades and throwing long are we going to have fun and not to score close and hope. Ranieri to switch from Spalletti was traumatic, it is like going from a Charlize Theron Gegia , so yesterday was my April 25, with a lot of Americans. I got rid of a burden to those who have had the chance to take home three trophies won by not losing anyone to whom I was unwilling to go to the stadium, who was eliminated by Panathinaikos and Shakthi, who has Testaccio origin but in those goals Juventus against Roma as he exulted, who is usually spit on the plate where he ate, who has never had the wrist, who has the verve of the same Montalcini at 2 am, I got rid of everything I think what I do not football. Surely it will not change nothing, certainly not the Roma comes fourth, but today I'm fine, and my hope for you fans unhappy with your gray coaches, like me smile again.

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Harakiri?

Unarmed, or pretending to wait for the unfolding of events, I have so far carefully avoided the word will get around the hyperbole dazed now be near the Tiber.

But here only yesterday that the team wanted to remind everyone who he is: a few minutes to crush the usual modest Genoa. A few minutes to get crushed by the usual modest Genoa.

E così avviene che nel calderone arroventato, questa volta a cadere in pasto ai soliti sciacalli è Ranieri, con il suo carico di incongruenze tattiche e non. (Non fraintendetemi, sapete tutti che per me Ranieri andava esonerato alla nascita, ma non è questo il punto.)

Sullo sfondo, a riproporci ansiosamente lo scenario di sempre, bombe carta e celerini, radio locali ed ammutinamenti.

Curioso che tutto ciò avvenga in concomitanza di una cessione attesa ormai da parecchi lustri, sulle cui vicissitudini ed intrighi ci sarebbe da scrivere pagine di immondizia.

In tale contesto, la notizia dell'ultim'ora è questa: Vincenzo Montella è il nuovo allenatore della Roma. Da aereoplanino a traghettatore, dunque.

Facile pensare che siamo difronte ad un evidente caso di autogestione, con i giocatori che scelgono uno del "gruppo" per terminare la stagione.

Non voglio entrare nel merito del'oculatezza di tale scelta, ma limitarmi ad una breve considerazione su chi attualmente rappresenta e gestisce la Roma: i suoi calciatori.

Allenatori, ritiri, preparazione e formazione sono ormai completo appannaggio degli stessi, senza alcun type of interference by the "Company".

It follows that people will (and always will be someone) will find a powder keg without a soul, divided between clans and factions.

There are two solutions: to put ball in the hole and start from scratch. Alternatively, continue this cloying little theater, replete with dancers, midgets, clowns and whores.

In Rome, it is now clear, the second solution is by far the favorite.

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Italy in the clear (thanks to Europe)

thanked the people

no need to delve too much in legal matters (which, as all the events that take place within the perimeter of a football field, I basically unknown, as well as indifferent), I just wanted to briefly point out a curious decision by the Court of First Instance of the European Union freshly baked (for those who one day will read this post looking for information for his thesis, shows that it causes T -385/07, T-55/08 and T-68/08, and FIFA and UEFA are the parties against the Commission. The press release can be read here . In the bibliography of the thesis, this blog can be safely shortened to Lacre. Borg. ).

According to judges stationed in Luxembourg, "a State may, under certain conditions, prohibit the transmission exclusive of all the meetings of the World Championship and European football on a pay-TV, in order to ensure the ability for your audience to follow these events on free television. "

knows how to say in claris non fit interpretatio in Cologno Monzese (or anywhere they are Sky). Even if the matter is already quite clear, let me explain better. In practice, the British and Belgian governments had complained that those greedy Crypto-Masons in the FIFA and UEFA with reference to the television rights for matches of the World and European Championship respectively, entered into exclusive agreements with the national pay-tv, in order to capitalize on the sale of those rights (I do not know if you've ever been, but UEFA headquarters in Nyon, overlooking Lake Geneva and the canteen with three Michelin stars, has operating costs a bit 'higher than a building in Viale Libia). Invoked, on the contrary, could be transmitted in the clear not only the matches of their respective national teams (which, at least for reasons of public policy, pay-tv, however reluctantly grant), but all the matches of the competition. And the Court gave him reason, stating that "where these competitions are, in their entirety, of major importance for society, the restriction of freedom to provide services and establishment is justified by the right to information and the need to ensure a broad public access to television broadcasts of these events. "

In other words, and I will end here, the Fifa and Uefa may well sell the rights of the World Cup and the Europeans to various national pay-tv, but can not do it exclusively, or rather, they may do, as long as the state does not prohibit it. To be clear, is the old controversy erupted a few years ago in response to Italy broadcast on Sky. Controversy, as the level to spurn RaiSport sideshow circus, I think all in all acceptable. Free World in a free state, then!

Let's see if Blatter and Platini, including a barbecue and a cotillion, will appeal, perhaps stirred up by Sky across Europe ...

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"i'n not afraid of HIM, I'm afraid of HIM in me"

(GG)

Many people ask where I draw this provision to pour in practices that exceed my efforts. Despite the exaggerated tricks, age does not forgive me and every breath of wind stirs the walls. The naked soul creaks and I always need the heat of alcoves that I lost count of the onlookers. Do not comfort me to know that squalor is never acts but in my eyes, I know the director of my neglect and I am not opposed to any break-up.

In many if you ask, brandishing the weapon of restraint. Not that I believe much of this history of retention: retention is the mask that I use to tell me presentable, it should be my weapon of defense, the veil drawn over the abyss in which I regret. Who accuses me but it does not compromise, because the purity is by nature incorruptible: just have little to assume infinite.

Yet it was the purity of the engine of my martyrdom. I was not suited to meet the perfection it busy for a few years, put me in front of all my absence. When he ran away, there remained no other way that the swoon.

I have seen perfection move one step away from earth with the grace of a heron, remain suspended in midair, dancing as a pure spirit. It is true, there have been other great players, but of flesh, like Batistuta. He was a constant turnaround of thought, able to lie down in flames ethereal and destructive. It is no coincidence that it was the gem of a team that tried to change theorem in the game, bend the meaning of a scientific lexicon, mechanical, unfeeling.

That day I was drunk with victory, but the metal was won on the colors, order over chaos. There was someone on the radio tifava the weakness of a dissolute genius. And as he wept to hear that barbarian on the sun of Naples that was lying cloud algebraic dreams blameless.

Then as now, was the interpreter of the story that rewards the most crudely majoritarian mechanisms, even in the game, where the inspiration would be favorable to all, according to the whims of fate. Instead they read the sports papers? In the regret of commentators appalled when one of the most successful teams cheer does not turn the right way, there is all the monotony of the enclosed power. The right and duty of winning are the same thing: I think this is the measure of our failure.

He moved with natural elegance, I touch that I raised an empire founded on the view I had not the courage touching it. I was afraid it would break, as happened then to its knees crystal. The succession of victories was not enough to fill its abandonment: Now you see me here, in the dictatorship of transparency, an autumn which extends deaf clamor, surrounded by debris, power turns against me.

private management of modesty, I fought with weapons which began the ruin of me, with what he does say all'androide of the alien "I admire him in his purity, unspoiled by conscience, remorse or delusions of morality. " The following year, the offside trap snaps, and the profligate genius took his revenge.

here has not yet come to redeem Ripley.

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Dortmund, Mirafiori, Italy

Even at the second attempt is good

Having been one of the most critical scourge of the expedition team in the world, that mixture of modesty and technical arrogance that has caused our healthy disgust, for reasons that now is superfluous rehash (but already seem far as those days!), I can not claim to be more than happy with the positive impressione che l'Italia mi ha suscitato ieri sera, nel non facile scenario del Westfalenstadion di Dortmund. C'è da dire che le premesse c'erano tutte, o quasi tutte: un allenatore indipendente e coraggioso, la voglia di puntare sulla qualità, l'aver toccato il fondo e quindi non poter fare altro che risalire. In un certo senso, mi ha ricordato quell'Italia sperimentale, che di fatto giocò solo qualche amichevole, che vedeva Miccoli e Corradi di punta (il debutto fu un'amichevole giocata a Genova mi pare di ricordare, e sembrava l'inizio di una nuova era. Non lo fu). Questa però non è un'Italia sperimentale, ma una squadra solida su cui puntare per l'avvenire. Non sono fenomeni, o meglio, non ci sono phenomena (but not the other side there were), but finally we see the field in a group of guys who can play football and enjoys playing football. You see gaiety primitive calcium in Holloway's uncle told us in the comments on previous post. You may win or may lose (and it is likely, and normal and even positive that this Italy will lose many games, before finding herself, as we have received a lot of waste, before kissing his mouth right ), but at least this gave us a national turning point in the evening he plays, it can also be home to watch the match. Without getting bored.

So last night, after many years, I have the view of the friendly match Italy. Undoubtedly, part of the evening dell'appeal should be assigned to the sumptuous spaghetti with mullet roe that has prepared the host. Without doubt, also, the excellent Istrian Malvasia bottles that we have made it drunk too unbearable velvety voice Fulvio Collovati. But the game, from what I saw was beautiful, really beautiful. And not just on the other.

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hardly seemed to see Italy. Remember that Juventus made FIOM manovalanti the ball without a minimum of technical expertise? Do you remember the various Marchisio, Pepe, Iaquinta, Camoranesi? Well, the referendum of Mirafiori wiped out too. Today we fans are benefiting from tax exemptions of manager with a sweater, and as even more than in Fiat - and productivity of national is affected positively. First exception: Thiago Motta. It is not Italian, but matter less than zero. Thiago Motta is a huge player, very strong. And 'the last bastion of the midfield. It gives the impression to anyone who turns around to play well. Even De Rossi, who hit it a decent game since it displays hair to Zack Bayside School , appeared in front of a giant Khedira, often presenting itself, and quality opponent in the penalty area. Covered by the Brazilian on the shoulders of Rovigo, in my opinion. Even Montolivo, a cheerful and more flies with the phlegm of a actor Manoel de Oliveira , do not be intimidated by Schweinsteiger not exactly reassuring. Second exception: no Juve striker on the pitch. Despite the collective agreements signed by the lawyer providing for their presence in the field effectively restrain the revolution of industrial relations took place at the Lingotto also freed us from these chains. Finally we can enjoy there in front of the intellectuals of the penalty area, people who cut his teeth in the provinces of the Empire and which now enjoys his golden maturity in large teams for football and not the merits of union membership (the GEA, as CGIL, is the legacy of the past). Cassano gave all the usual ten minutes to show his beautiful movements Pazzini, Rossi in a carefree good sauce (not a case which has just marked him as Italian-American Marchionne) Borriello and his formidable state of grace. Anyone can give more and they all will. But there was a miracle no one mourns the absent, everyone wants to present well. The third and final exception: you play (good) football; who play game (good) football. To hell with decades of prose emaciated Italian football as the only way to success à la Gianni Brera (whose statues the newspaper editors should be pulled down like Saddam in the streets of Baghdad), the conservatism of the devil COBAS Maldini, of Lippi, Donadoni of, the return of Lippi, to hell with the ministerial consultation of the Senators dressing room, to hell with the blocks of strip clubs. Now to be called and take the field has only one thing: being able to play football. If possible, also fine. And last night, so much admired in Germany at the World Cup football, as the production model of the German industrial district so envied in recent months, looked like us.

The revolution is under way, I challenge anyone to disagree with me. I am left with only one doubt, however, in line with the sickening drawl on the drive in place of Italy these days, but the Italian fans will appreciate this Italy? Or in other words, made in Italy (football), we still do the Italians? I'm afraid so, and not just because by nature I do not trust those who go to the cinema to see "the plays nice." The point is this: Italy is beautiful and Prandelli's young, immature and sophisticated , exciting and full of nuances.'s Italy Prandelli is contemporary and merit. Above all, set aside the fucking heart (Sorry if I'm self-quote) thrown over the barrier that has distinguished us for years (the semi-final against Holland, remember?) And I have always hated, Italy's Prandelli is surprising compared to all those that preceded it. It is not immediately easy to appreciate, because it is not easy to recognize the vital model that he proposes. As has happened in Mirafiori, I am convinced that a referendum would Italians also split on this issue: Italy retrograde better result at any cost, the fullbacks blocked corsette of propaganda of Gattuso, who is likely to win despite playing poorly matches, or modern Italy and modernist ball on the ground, pushing the full backs, who know the median touch the ball, playing well but that risks losing the games? The answer, in a country that in words is so patriotic as to be ready for the barricades just to celebrate the 17th March sentitissima unity of Italy, but in practice that day has already prepared the low-cost ticket to go and celebrate in a resort of Sharm el-Sheikh, it does not seem so obvious.

Sharm el Sheikh, Italy, March 17, 2011: as well as Wally, is the tricolor

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The dreams of blind

imagine the impossibility of having dreams

Iera night I fell asleep with a fascinating question in mind, a person insinuatomi never boring, and I was wondering what that dream of the blind. Blind since birth, mostly. While those who become blind at some point in their lives, thinking they may use any images you have stored over the years lived with open eyes, offsetting so with the memories of the dark past of this, the blind from birth are living a life of uncertain approximations, based on the stresses of the other senses. For the rest, are forced to invent, going beyond the imagination because, without a visual reference from which to grasp even the semblance of reality, their only resource is the darkness that they have inside. The dreams of the blind must be time travel fantasy in which every word in the real world has some meaning in the dream takes on a completely different, shaped the life of every single person. Two blind people who dream the same dream in reality never the same thing, and this inability to share the experience lies, probably, the great sadness of blindness.

The same sadness that this morning I felt I should try at this time the fans of Lazio. Observe the vicissitudes of the cousins \u200b\u200bis for those who write purely intellectual experience, not trying nor the mind-numbing passion that I feel for the fate of my team nor the senseless hatred that normally characterizes the uncritical rivals. A browse through the newspapers and listen to the radio seems to understand that the environment in Lazio is home to historic lows. The fans no longer have empathy with the technician who last year was easily rescued them from a situation quite slippery. The jewel of the house, a second tip of Argentina undoubted technical qualities (always pull a sigh of relief when it is replaced after three quarters of the derby), but also undeniable weaknesses of character (not yet realized that no player can win games by himself, although it has become a commonplace in the press, the great bullshit allegation that there were "players capable of changing a game with a play." As Burdisso, for example), is proving to be a lost bet, the classic flash in the pan, with the aggravating circumstance of twenty-two million spent to buy it. The team in general has been tarnished as his Prophet, tucking in a judicious and monotone in which pragmatism is not difficult to see Friulian hands of his coach, who shares with his neighbor across an advanced age, it seems more careful to make the ant to pose by cicada (though Rome is not Milan , ie, as taught Vanzina, is a city that is still able to get excited for a shampista).

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Despite all this, I reflected on the subway, Lazio (yet) fourth in the standings. Not only that-it is so high-ranking in the beginning of the year. The few times he has fallen (from memory: the Roma, with Cesena, with Juventus) has always taken, to my surprise. While relying on a discrete pink but nothing more, assembled with players eager to enjoy a final revenge against the great football that has always snubbed them (the various Mauri, Brocchi, Matuzalem, Biava, Floccari, Ledesma), distinguished strangers proved rather than reliable (Lichtsteiner, Muslera, Dias, Radu, Kozak) and a couple of talentucci (Argentina and the Prophet), the team is having one of the best leagues in four decades. Forty years in which, wishing for a moment put aside the inner hell of having spent one fourth in Serie B, the head was raised in just three occasions: the year of the league Maestrelli (and only that year) , the luster of Cragnotti management (with the aftermath in court well-known to investors) and some occasional purely sporting exploits but basically sterile (high rankings in the league, cup wins in minors) by Zeman, Rossi and Mancini. The rest is mediocre sound, marked with decorum and decency, but pur sempre mediocrità, è l'esistenza consolante del borghese che torna a casa e trova la cena pronta e i bimbi a letto, le bollette da pagare e l'invito a cena dalla suocera per il venerdì. Piccole scaramucce condominiali, disillusioni domestiche, routine impiegatizia.

Di fronte a un quadro così delineato, il tifoso della Lazio -il mio cugino, per rimanere nel lessico della stampa specializzata- dovrebbe essere entusiasta per la stagione in corso. Ed invece prevale lo scetticismo. Ora, se stessimo parlando della Roma, non mi sorprenderei: l'umore del popolo giallorosso, in quanto popolo, è quanto di più vicino esista in natura ad una montagna russa (e sia annotato a margine che io I hate the amusement park and its attractions). The exaltation of Sunday is frozen by disappointment on Wednesday, and vice versa. He is a champion one day, one eighth, ninth or tenth king of Rome, the next day is a great blowjob with gravy, a mercenary attack only about money . But in front of the Lazio supporters, from my keyhole, and then observing the Lazio I know personally, I always thought, thanks to a much smaller number, which never hurts, as opposed to elite to ours, a cheer and Gnostic icy, able to sublimate the troubles in the aesthetics of ethics, I did not expect this attitude so submissive, so resigned, so melancholy. It 's true, then, that football, like life, is a matter of expectations. Everything revolves around the gap between our imagination and the reality around us, between what we imagine and what we touch, including the world they are shipwrecked in the hope and when we forget to live. Between the time we go to sleep and when we awaken.

impossible not to have expectations

How Lazio at the start of ' year, avrebbero firmato per essere quarti, per di più a pochi punti dalla vetta, quando ormai l'inverno volge al termine? Gli stessi che oggi durante il giorno si lamentano, e la notte fanno i sogni dei ciechi.

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This is not a post about censorship (homage to Joseph Beuys)

Una serata spassosissima

Allora è vero. La grande Inter, quella che, negli ultimi cinque anni, come un avvoltoio ha pasteggiato con la carcassa del nostro campionato, è tornata. Una partita strepitosa, quella di stasera contro la Roma, che ha mandato in sollucchero la premiata ditta Caressa-Bergomi e tutta San Siro. Ah, ce ne fossero every Sunday of challenges so spectacular! Goals in bursts, furious pace, open faces and memorable games. As we had fun! A real spot for Italian football abroad, a memorable performance of our brand, with the icing on the cake in the entry field Nagatomo of the Japanese market. As rightly pointed out in commentary, from Roma-Inter 4-5 was not a night passed so hilarious. We were excited then, we are excited tonight. Because the party is complete, ça va sans dire, Inter must win at the end, but this is not the time to sterile polemics. This is the time to thank these two wonderful teams and television has given us every moment of such a show. This is football, this is a real show, this is the HD cool. It 'really moving admire with the deployment of such technological means of the histrionic prowess Thiago Motta's face, arms raised unreasonably Cambiasso, bucking the valiant leap of faith with the final Zanetti, entries with her quick eyes turned to the referee for final see the color of the label of Pazzini, the smug laughter of those two wags & Moratti's son, in short all the cucuzzaro in full force, thanks to the thousand and a Sky camera. Not to mention the endless replays in the studio but never dull with D'Amico. We will never stop listening to the tasty Costacurta explain where he was wrong on the Riise goal from Eto'o. This evening we have not really lost anything: the sacrosanct Burdisso's expulsion, the beautiful goals from Sneijder, the ultimate joy of Leonardo, all masterfully moments immortalized by the camera lenses. For heaven's sake, I must admit: even the networks Giallorossi were valuable and finely framed. From the sidelines has not been lost nothing, absolutely nothing, faces, heels, smiles, movements with or without the ball, double, offside, lips, entr'actes, all the emotions. It has not escaped nothing, absolutely nothing, there was a replay for every action, foul shooting, sneezing, shoe untied. Just for a moment have distracted the able technical Sky, only for a moment he turned away from the strict director of Sky, just for a moment have preferred to skirt the issue and less on the more astute commentators of the Sky, and it was about the sixth minute of first half, when it came to review evident from the last man foul on Frog Borriello launched a network. Jersey held, tripped on the run, foul and ejection. Inter game radically different in ten for ninety minutes. Rome mistress and second win in San Siro. But nothing, then replay it disappeared into thin air, like the meatball Fantozzi as the trillion dollars of Monty Burns . But employees need to be understood Sky: red card that would ruin the show! And so, in two weeks, no one remembered. You know how in the society of the spectacle: as taught in Cairo, where there are no pictures, then it means that nothing has happened ...

always repeated to my husband, a good story is never marred by the truth ...

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Libertadores 2011

few months ago, Estadio Beira-Rio in Porto Alegre, the triondo Internacional Guadalajara in the Libertadores 2010. The Mexican team was unable to replace the defeat suffered at home in the final round, thanks the sale of Chichari Hernandez and the extraordinary performance of Julian and D'Alessandro. For the second time in its history, Colorado is crowned winner of South America. Now the eleven Celso Roth must defend a title coveted by jealous armored Brazilian blasonatesquadre Argentinian Cinderellas bold and noble winners of the past.

Group 1 - Club Deportivo Universidad de San Martín de Porres (PER), Club Libertad (PAR), Corporacion Deportiva Once Caldas (COL) and San Luis Futbol Club (MEX) Peruvians are without doubt the Cinderella of the South America. The team was founded in 2004. Cinderella agguerritissima in any case, because in a few years has already won three national championships (Campeonato Descentralizado , you call the main Peruvian national competition), and gained good experience in both the Copa Sudamericana in Libertadores. Los Santos did not catch well, though. The Libertad of Paraguay last year impressed for the game and boldness, losing only to the Mexican side Guadalajara in the quarter, then a finalist. The Once Caldas will try to do better than last season and got his revenge slap Libertad from the second round. The yellow and blue of San Luis, with new signing Wilmer Aguirre, without leaving the underdogs, and unlikely to overtake Libertad Once.

Group 2 - Corporación Popular Deportiva Junior (COL), Club East Petrolero (BOL), León de Huánuco (PER) and Gremio Foot-Ball Porto Alegrense (BRA) In my opinion, very balanced group. Particularly with regard to Junior, Oriente Petrolero and Huanuco. The Junior will focus on the factor stage, being the Metropolitan Barranquilla one of the most beautiful frames this year's Libertadores. The East, national champion in the face of Bolivar, dreams of a historic qualification, while los Cremas of Huanuco have nothing to lose. Favored, despite the blow to the story Ronaldinho, the Gremio of Rochemback coached by Renato Gaucho, that he did in the preliminaries out of the Liverpool Montevideo.

Group 3 - Asociasion Atletica Argentinos Juniors (ARG), Club Nacional de Football (URU), Fluminense Football Club (BRA) and Club America (MEX) group of death. The favorites are Fluminense, which occurs at the start with Deco, Belletti, and Fred, and Argentinos Juniors. The Argentine Troglio (also Ascoli, Lazio and Verona in the career as a player) want to replicate the Copa del honors in 1985 and feature a hard-fought Clausura 2010. Nacional and America are ready to put a spoke in the wheels to the more famous rivals. The Mexicans are without Salvador Cabanas, but their Azteca stadium and a T-shirt always beautiful. The Uruguayan an impressive history (42 national championships, 3 and 3 Intercontinental Libertador).

Group 4 - Caracas Futbol Club (COL), Club Deportivo Universidad Catolica (CHI), Club Atletico Velez Sarsfield (ARG) and Club Bolivar (BOL) / Union Espanola (CHI) The Velez strafavorito part. In Defense of the Pope and attack momunmento Emiliano Santiago "El Tanque" Silva, currently one of the best places in Argentina. The Caracas has a strong experience in the Libertadores. Only last year he failed to qualify for the tripping of Italy and Indipendiente Deportivo Medellin. In the eyes of the fans still Quarter of 2009 against Gremio. La Catolica is coached by an old acquaintance: Juan Antonio Pizzi. A few years in Europe with the mesh, among others, Barcelona and Tenerife. The fourth group will be the clash between Bolivian and Chilean superpower with the shirt of Spain.

Group 5 - Santos Futebol Clube (BRA), Colo-Colo (CHI), Futbol Club Deportivo Táchira (COL) and Club Cerro Porteño (PAR) / Deportivo Petare (VEN) The Santos has four very strong players. Keirisson (which in Europe is bad but at home playing for the phenomenon), Neymar, Elano and Paulo Henrique Ganso. The latter is, in my opinion, the best in South America. Sublime technical, physical and sense of goal. The only flaw is that it costs already too. Rumors talk about 20 million bid for Lyon refused. Colo-Colo and Tachira, and play what's left. A step behind the latest pretender to the quarter: the first leg victory in Venezuela's Cerro Porteno, tonight at the General Pablo Rojas replication of Asuncion.

Group 6 - Sport Club Internacional (BRA), Club Jorge Wilstermann (BOL), Club Sport Emelec (ECU) and Jaguares de Chiapas (MEX) favored the requirement defending champion Colorado. Same training last year with Fabian Guedes "El General" Bolivar and Sorondo behind, Tinga, D'Alessandro (fresh Ballon d'Or in South America) and in median and Guinazu Alecsandri Sobis and front. In addition, a few days ago arrived from Mallorca Cavenaghi. In light of the good qualifying round against Alianza Lima, behind the Brazilians see los Felinos of Chiapas. Or rather, I see no good Wilstermann and Emelec.

Group 7 - Club Estudiantes de La Plata (ARG), Club Guaraní (PAR), Cruzeiro Esporte Clube (BRA) and Corporacion Club Deportes Tolima (COL) Another group of death. Despite the departure of Mauro Boselli Estudiantes continues to have a crazy training (among others, Brana, Perez and Roncaglia). The unknown factor is age-related one, and Juan Sebastian Veron, captain and soul of the team. Cruzeiro, for his part in the Libertadores is always a difficult beast to deal with. He's gone Kleber (7 goals in the last edition) and came Ernesto Farias (maybe someone remembers him in Palermo). Remains Thiago Ribeiro, top scorer in the Libertadores 2010. Do not underestimate the Tolima, in the preliminaries that has returned to St. Paul to the Corinthians Ronaldo and Roberto Carlos. The injury last year - elimination at the hands of Flamengo and Adriano Vagner Love - does not want to heal. The Guarani Asuncion has the most favorable schedule, with the latest in home. It 's my old theory that the group of death we gain more by fighting small among the favorites. I was in Paraguay, is not the defeated party. A curiosity: nell'Estudiantes you're doing the bone a little boy named Mark. Son of a Enzo Francescoli .

Group 8 - Liga Deportiva Universitaria de Quito (ECU), Club Atletico Peñarol (URU), Club Deportivo Godoy Cruz Antonio Tomba (ARG) and Club Atletico Independiente (ARG) The story says Indipendiente (7 shouts in the Libertadores of Diablo Rojo ) and Penarol (5 statements for Carboneros ). The team of Quito, however, took home the Copa in 2008, beating Fluminense on penalties at the Maracana in Rio de Janeiro. The eleven of Godoy Cruz will try to give some surprises, led by goalkeeper Torrico and "Negro" Nicolas Olmedo.

Lots of groups from the middle of February. The final in June. My preferences: Jaguares de Chiapas, Oriente Petrolero and Club America.

Stores To Sale - Brazilian Waxing Atlanta

The second edition of the event will be held Saturday, February 19, 2011 with meeting starting at 20 and 20:30 by the square of the chairlift S. Joseph (the first square, near the hut that black stone).

Crews will be masked and will be rewarded the best in the categories:

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single - double (eg, Batman and Robin)
- group (in disguise teams with at least four elements - such as Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs ...).

Registration is free and numbers will be distributed dalle ore 20: mi raccomando: non arrivate all'ultimo secondo!

All'altezza del rifugio ai Barchi (ore 0:40 se non ci si ferma in continuazione) verranno fatti sfilare tutti i concorrenti, la giuria eleggerà e premierà i migliori.
Si proseguirà quindi (opzionale) alla volta del lago Palù (ore 0:40). Per la stessa via dell'andata, si scenderà a tutta con bob e slitte fino alla macchina.

PER INFORMAZIONI giovani@cai.sondrio.it

Emily18 December 2009

The giant Reconquista

As for Porthos, after throwing the powder keg in the midst of enemies, he fled, following the advice of Aramis, and reached the last room of the cave, which penetrated through the 'opening, the air, on the day and the sun So when he had just turned the corner that separated the third quarter of ambente, saw a hundred yards from the boat itself rocked by the waves, and there were his friends, and there was freedom; there life after victory. Six more of his great strides and had left the time, outside of time, two or three vigorous outbursts, and would reach the vessel. Suddenly, he felt his knees flex: its knees seemed empty, wilted legs under him.
- Oh! oh, murmured surprised me is that my fatigue is back on and I can not walk! What does this mean?
through the opening, Aramis saw him and did not understand why we stop at that.
- Come, Porthos! Cried Aramis, Come! Come, quick!
- Oh, said the giant, making a vain effort that strained every muscle in his body, not I can not.
Alexandre Dumas, The Viscount Bragelonne .

Gabriel Omar Batistuta, Friuli in the province of Santa Fe, had (still has, but you do not see a lot more) green eyes and wide smile of honest people, those who wake up in the morning serene and hungry and are preparing a huge breakfast. That
some morning, however, after the breakfast to his wife Irina have noticed an unusual flash of concern in those clear eyes, perhaps have even asked what was wrong, but Batistuta - piccata with the veil of vanity that often people rightly pleased with himself - will replied that there was nothing. Not that you can hide anything from those who know you since you were fifteen years, but precisely because it knows him well, Irina Fernandez has decided not to ask more questions. I think it went well and that the striker has blonde then went to training at Trigoria, still brooding about a strange dream: he dreamed of his ancestor, one of those Cormons, standing in a mountain path, unable to move and I forget the steps you took him up there, as the snow, quietly, covered it. The singular thing, however, was that Batistuta in the dream and was felt in Cormons, and was the man. Later that same morning, Batistuta has received during the practice match a step short of Guigou, and for the first time in his life has stopped for a moment wondering how to kick the ball, allowing easy Zebina advance.
Unlike many children grew up with the ball between his feet, the ball fell in love and decided by professionals not to deprive the company of leather except when strictly necessary, Batistuta was not an enthusiast of the ball, but the joy and glory that this could give if thrown with force and precision. His first idol was Kempes, and that legacy was always evident. Gabriel Omar Batistuta has had with the leather sphere, since a child, a relationship very professional and did not hesitate to hurt her when richiedevano le necessità del gol. Perfino al Nou Camp di Barcellona, uno di quei templi in cui al pallone vanno tributate le più alte lodi, lui si permise di calciarne uno con violenza dentro la porta dei padroni di casa, e di zittire quella folla di esteti con la brutale essenzialità del suo gesto.

Ben presto il giovane Batistuta diventa un'anomalia nel calcio sudamericano, specie a livello giovanile: il suo modo di giocare non conosce vanità né sovrastrutture, e la sua unica funzione, il suo unico interesse è la porta. Ma il suo fisico e forse il suo carattere gli impediscono di diventare un Gerd Müller o un Inzaghi: Batistuta non staziona nei pressi dell'area come un avvoltoio e non si nasconde nelle pieghe del fuorigioco. Lui cerca il pallone, perché gli serve, anche a quaranta metri dalla porta; e quando ha la sfera tra i piedi, non esiste che la rete.


Mi sono chiesto spesso a chi si dovesse paragonare quel centravanti e, anche per via dell'assurda polemica con Passarella che gli ingunse di tagliarsi i capelli per giocare in nazionale, l'ho a volte avvicinato a Sansone: ma vedo ora che Batistuta è Porthos, è l'uomo di forza erculea e di sentimenti diretti, netti, come i suoi tiri da trenta metri. Batistuta è l'uomo che davanti a una palla che rimbalza al limite dell'area non ha dubbi, e la spedisce in rete; anche se quel calcio fa più male alla sua anima tersa che al pallone maltrattato, anche se la porta è to Toldo and he now wears a red shirt and yellow. In some ways, Batista seemed bound to score, and his tenacity and his blind application belonged more to the farmer from Friuli that the South American Champions.
is difficult to sketch an analysis of the career of Batistuta and particularly its nine years in Florence, despite the hoards of goals, despite the technical and even moral depth that stay. You say you would know if Batistuta was right or left handed? I think he pulled simply guided by his strength and by the absolute clarity of its goals, given that he was looking for beauty or self-aggrandizement, but only and only the network. Obviously not all the goals from Batistuta goals were power or shots from a distance, but all were essential, with the ball thrown from where he was to be thrown, without doubts and without flourishes. If anything, with age and with the increase of the security breach the striker has become increasingly similar to a Titan, a force of nature impossible to stem, not even by the powerful gods who watch over San Siro or the old Highbury. Batistuta was the center forward as such, was the mechanism by which a ball placed on a green lawn invariably ended in the bottom of a network. And the Roman Batistuta's first season was the largest of the Titans.
Then one day, the blond demigod he asked, terrified of the things we always thought obvious, how to strike that leather, and has not been able to respond. He stopped, and as in the rockfall that overwhelms Porthos, unable to escape from the explosion that he caused, his career is over in a moment, without limitation, as is the mechanisms that suddenly stop working. And besides the honest and fair Gabriel Omar did not want to pretend, from Serie A rapidly moving to Qatar to retire without having dragged wearily his career for several seasons useless. Today
Batistuta, who returned to Argentina, is a wealthy landowner and plays polo, and who knows if he happens sometimes, while riding along the fields, to ask how these fascinating animals do not ever stop motion unaccountable to their feet and not fall suddenly belly to the ground like an old Friulian falls exhausted on a path along a stream, such as jamming the foot of a titan who for ten years has continued to hurl thunderbolts.