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"Man, what the hell are you saying? The chip shot was from Savicevic," he also made one that was absolutely magnificent from the right, if I'm not mistaken. "You must be a staunch prohibitionist, right?" In sports, yes, and your performance (performance: running, stamina, etc., class you either have or you don't) improves slightly in the short term. But after two or three years, you're nobody anymore, just like everyone, everyone, everyone from that Napoli team, except - I repeat - Ferrara. However, the issue isn't "why was he happy to score 5," the fact is he boasts of having scored 6, and that's a lie. Anyway, check out Desailly's chip shot (it's not quite a Diego chip, but damn, Desailly). <- The following year, I practically stopped watching football, but as a kid up until then, I knew dozens of line-ups by heart, statistics, and all sorts of stuff, and I had even recorded that match.
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There’s one called Grayman or Man of Gray or something like that, which is a wonderful thing, worthy of standing alongside Megalomania (from Master Of Brutality) on the podium of their best piece. More and more Rock N Roll and better with each album, the doom of the very first record is now a distant memory. Recommended in the morning for going to work, at inhuman volume.
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The Juve of Baggio & Barros, a little team? The Juve of the Germans + Vialli, a little team? Who knows, I hope for your sake you’ve only read about them in the annals and never seen them play, because that’s heresy. Those UEFA cups weren’t like the little giveaways today; they had the cream of football back then. And you’ve got three in total, just three, so I’d say those two deserve to be kissed at the altar. Moreover, despite other teams filling up with foreigners, Juve maintained for years the status of an Italian team of Italians, unlike that refugee camp that was Milan, which won yes, but when they celebrated it looked like a UNICEF party: Slavs of various origins, Africans, French, Germans, Dutch, Brazilians, Argentinians, Uruguayans... only England and Spain were missing to sing We Are The World. Juve had two Germans, a Brazilian, and a Russian if I remember correctly. The rest were all locals, and it’s also thanks to them that the national team was only eliminated on penalties in '90 and '94. Certainly not thanks to Milan (aside from their defensive superpower).
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Ah, but: << The fact that Real Madrid is one of the most overrated teams of all time is proven by the results. >> The thing is, they often faced Milan. For me, the fifth goal by the vulture was a wonder; back then, there was also a great Barcelona (including the one with Diego), but they won almost all the scudetti in the 80s. It took the billions spent at the beginning of the 90s to make Barca win properly again. But even that Barca, against Milan in the Champions League final, took 4 goals. Flat out. And a lob from Desailly. Who would have imagined that Desailly knew about lobs?
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<< There are a lot of testimonies, statements from turncoats (I think they started in 1995) and stuff like that. >> Yes, that talk specifically about cocaine abuse. I also played football, and when I played high, I don't know why, I ran for ninety minutes as if I were Garrincha. So, it's not that Milan couldn't do it, but that Napoli was actually a team that didn’t exist. In fact, after that Napoli, only Ferrara survived. The others were all either benchwarmers or horses from the racetrack. << Damn, that Milan never managed to win at the Bernabeu: they drew 1-1 in '89 and lost 1-0 in '90. >> Really? Huh, I'll check, it's been twenty years but I remember the Bernabeu. -- I checked -- Damn, you're right.
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Oh no: I know what happened to De Napoli: six years of being permanently on the bench at Capello’s Milan. Six years, all in a row, a true benchwarmer. Wow, what a team.
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<< To know about the scudetto bought by the camorra and then sold to Milan >> Sééééh... you're talking about a Milan that reached a Champions Cup semifinal with FIVE TO ZERO AT THE BERNABEU (Hugo Sanchez, Butragueno, Sanchìz and various others, not some nobodies) AND WON THE FINAL IN ATHENS WITH ANOTHER FIVE TO ZERO. Champions Cup final, FIVE TO ZERO. It hadn't been seen since the days of Real with Di Stefano, and it hasn't been seen since then. It was the team most voted by coaches in 2000 as the best team of the century, excuse me a bit. Do you really think that Milan needed to buy a scudetto from a team with Maradona, Careca, and Ferrara, okay, but then what? Crippa, De Napoli, Carnevale, Alemao... what happened to them afterward? It's quite something that you've won two, now let's not exaggerate. In the Champions Cup, you stank and that’s it, so it’s not like you were this great army.
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"The film and the necessity of the film are explained by the subject." Yes, but it has been developed in a way that I still haven't found the meaning of. It talks about everything except football, and when it does talk about football, it also has the characters spouting nonsense without censoring it (because - SPEAKING OF FOOTBALL - that six to zero from a southern team against Avvocato Agnelli should be censored with all possible force). If it had talked about tricks and filled it with old actions with well-restored images using modern techniques like ball trajectory and other stuff, sure, I would have watched it with great pleasure, no doubt about it. But hearing him talk about his own stuff that we don't give a damn about and boasting about overcoming cocaine as if he were a hero, when everyone knows he did it because he was running out of money, seems ridiculous to me. But I repeat, nobody touch the football player of the remote-controlled ball. The football player, though.
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Or let's play the opposite game: without ever talking about football, give me a reason to consider Trappattoni smart. Let's see what you come up with.
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I am well aware of the differences between Imbecile, Ignorant, Intelligent, and Cultured. This doesn’t change my rough judgment: I pointed out that I, obviously, do not know Maradona but based my opinion on the film. Rather, it’s you who reads Carota and claims someone writes Melanzana, since I never said that I thought he was an imbecile or ignorant because “he hasn’t studied and expresses himself poorly in Italian.” Moreover, I watched it in the original language, and he doesn’t express himself at all in Italian (obviously). If for you someone who fills a square with people almost solely there for him, and when it’s time to speak says “Fuera Bush!” and then leaves Chavez to improvise some Alèè Ooohh because he doesn’t know what to say with half an hour left in Maradona's speech, is an intelligent person deserving of a two-hour film, then clearly you settle for little. The point is not “Maradona must die,” but rather: “was a film filled with nonsense or blatantly obvious phrases said by Maradona really necessary?” For me, no. I’m eagerly waiting for “Materazzi by Muccino,” or other magnificent things like that. “Sorry but I call you Ringhio,” coming soon to a theater near you.