In many ways a new year of Serie A doesn't truly begin until it features one of thee Big
Matches. It is often said that over the course of the season it's the the "little games", those
against teams battling for relegation, that pave the road for a championship title. Often true, but
the "little games" certainly are not those everyone is waiting to see.
Five days have passed since Italy's whopping 3-0 defeat at the hands of Brazil, a match which
put an an end to Lippi's South African countryside scouting (one year before the big tournament)
and sent the Azzurri home among general shrugs of indifference, frowned eyebrows, and sincere
worries in the ranks of Italian supporters.
Five days have passed since Italy's whopping 3-0 defeat at the hands of Brazil, a match which
put an an end to Lippi's South African countryside scouting (one year before the big tournament)
and sent the Azzurri home among general shrugs of indifference, frowned eyebrows, and sincere
worries in the ranks of Italian supporters.
When liberty returns, I will return.
Victor Hugo
And so... we return.
Dear mCalcio readers, it has been a rather sad couple of months. As you can see, the latest post
before this one is dated 13 April 2009, for it has been more than 60 days that mCalcio.
When liberty returns, I will return.
Victor Hugo
And so... we return.
Dear mCalcio readers, it has been a rather sad couple of months. As you can see, the latest post
before this one is dated 13 April 2009, for it has been more than 60 days that mCalcio.
In Italy we have a saying that goes "the sadness of one makes the happiness of the other". One
being Juventus and the other being Genoa in this case.
For all extents and purposes, the Bianconeri's Scudetto dream is over. I know I already said
that last week but that was my own personal prediction.
In Italy we have a saying that goes "the sadness of one makes the happiness of the other". One
being Juventus and the other being Genoa in this case.
For all extents and purposes, the Bianconeri's Scudetto dream is over. I know I already said
that last week but that was my own personal prediction.
These are dire days in Italy, as an entire nation mourns the losses from the Abruzzo earthquake
earlier this week. Hundreds of casualties and thousands of homeless people in central Italy, but as
they say in sporting terms, "the show must go on".
And what a show it was today at the Stadio Olimpico of Rome, really everything
you could desire from a tense, heart-felt Roman derby: goals, drama, and the inevitable yellow/red
cards.
These are dire days in Italy, as an entire nation mourns the losses from the Abruzzo earthquake
earlier this week. Hundreds of casualties and thousands of homeless people in central Italy, but as
they say in sporting terms, "the show must go on".
And what a show it was today at the Stadio Olimpico of Rome, really everything
you could desire from a tense, heart-felt Roman derby: goals, drama, and the inevitable yellow/red
cards.
Thank you Mauricio, the Isla(nd) of Inter bliss.
I could find no better way to open this article. I tried. Not too hard, but I tried. When
faced with the sad reality of the unstoppable gears of fate (that is, even when Inter play poorly
they still manage to win), imagination tends to leaves its place to facility.
Thank you Mauricio, the Isla(nd) of Inter bliss.
I could find no better way to open this article. I tried. Not too hard, but I tried. When
faced with the sad reality of the unstoppable gears of fate (that is, even when Inter play poorly
they still manage to win), imagination tends to leaves its place to facility.
Bye bye Scudetto. Yet again.
There's no point in denying it: seeing Juventus dig themselves out of their 2nd-place
pit, and overtake Inter in a feat of extraordinary sporting grandeur, will not happen. I have
ceased to believe in it. As illusory as that concept might have been for the past 2-3 months, I had
continued to keep the faith: it was my duty as a Juventino.
Bye bye Scudetto. Yet again.
There's no point in denying it: seeing Juventus dig themselves out of their 2nd-place
pit, and overtake Inter in a feat of extraordinary sporting grandeur, will not happen. I have
ceased to believe in it. As illusory as that concept might have been for the past 2-3 months, I had
continued to keep the faith: it was my duty as a Juventino.
Italy has given the world so much: Peroni lager, pizza, garlic bread, pasta... Yes, my
knowledge on the matter is solely restricted to gastronomical contributions, but the list could be
as long as you like. In football however, much like in the English and Spanish
game, the talent tends to stay at home rather than take itself to new places.
Italy has given the world so much: Peroni lager, pizza, garlic bread, pasta... Yes, my knowledge on
the matter is solely restricted to gastronomical contributions, but the list could be as long as
you like. In football however, much like in the English and Spanish game, the talent tends to stay
at home rather [.
