END End of what? of a game? a competition? of a season? or an end in this year so special about how tough, can take even wider connotations? Who knows.
's strange, does something to write these words in almost a year distance from the triumph a year ago we were the champions, the best team, the team that no one could beat the team that probably, if things go as they should have, would have won everything. This year we have, ironically, achieved a minimum result as last year, that is to be the best first of all the day, it is known that the playoffs are a part of history, small smudges and you go straight out, with ' it happened to us. A matter of inches, it was said in the first, and if you think about it, was a matter of centimeters. But not only.
question of motivation, perhaps, maybe someone not quite enough to overcome the obstacle of the first round, the question of required mental question of lust, malice, I do not know. Certainly concerned that the time in the long run, this year has taken away a key pawn as Sammi, the inability to properly seek a replacement for pure attack for questionable personal affairs of others, sometimes even the stability of the group also made stupid but probably in the end we scored.
seemed that after the wonderful game of Luzzogno the worst was over. It looked exactly, but it obviously was not. There may be mitigating eight thousand, but I prefer to think that we have not given enough, and the fact that we can give more in the future. Maybe.
The future is all in the house Burchiello to decide: should you decide will be continuing to take revenge, or to abandon the whole environment to forget the debacle of this year and explore new (or old) streets?
For now, the question is legitimate, we'll see.
We hope, expect year-end report cards good MM.
MF
