What do I write? Although it is late? Okay, I write. Cathartic process. The match saw us
disadvantaged than the more optimistic assessments: we fall behind in our group, them, "Optics Hawk" team CalcioLiguria historic circuit and for years one of the best teams in the region. But in the end the games are played and the ball - Experts say - is round. So giochiamola this game.
A look at our training, which sees the debut of the defense on the left wildcard Diego, as the time and day of the game has many of the difficulties in pink.
Kick-off. Now they see these things circus, trading speed, and both played in the first movement. The number 11, number 4 and number 14 make us go crazy, but fortunately their aim is not the best in the early stages and held on 0-0, no, we are well ahead! Corner for us, short of the speaker refused to downtown area and our captain confirms the rightness of the bottom of the bag. Not bad, even if we know, the game is long and these are really strong ... but strong-strong!
said than done, 14 from the center, and diverges on the left heel with half the number 11 is back, so much technique and physical strength, that peak does not make me see the ball, unless it is already at the bottom lot. Back in, but it's like to be 0-0, no?
Yes and no. In the sense that the Sparrowhawk begins to rage, and gets a free kick ten feet from the edge: I have no choice, I take off a defender from our "Maginot Line" to put three in the barrier, with the outer, Danilo, called to break away at the first touch of the opponents.
Now, the physics here - if I had never happen since since high school - maybe I would help ... Why in the trap pulled the number 14, half neck, slips between the second and the third man of my barrier, changing com-ple-men-ta-te direction: I on the right, the ball on the opposite corner ... Needless to say, we still have some 'bad these cases, almost helpless in the face of such Marple calcium seven.
Two to one for them, not sprawled like is, and keep the point in hopes of greener pastures behind the hill ... We stop at the post, unfortunately, in the sense that a lash of our Danilo you print directly on mast, a goalkeeper beaten. Of course if you put even the bad luck!
ends the first time, to be honest I thought it fly: we talk in mid-field, each one repeats to himself and to others that yes, these are phenomena, but to make the sacrifices it is never the case.
And again.
The balance is there, change our attitude as Diego leaves room for "tough," literally run up the middle of the first fraction. In practice we lose containment on the left but assured a bit 'more depth and that much needed support to our tip, good Pino, who is left in the second half by taking a little nervous' too many times, even blaming the referee ( instead, I think, not directed at all bad). Before the first action and excitement, we lose a ball on the stupid Our trocar and their ubiquitous number 11 starts a torpedo-to-air, which fortunately is lost in the stratosphere. It is to suffer, we keep but we can not break through, while they, when they pass by my side, seem always in a position to pull rabbits out the hat, but also rabbits, ducks, and the two leocorni, missing in action for many years, the famous song says.
End of proof of remittance of the Hawk fast action, the ball moves from right to left, and the number 14 makes three, diagonally, after burning the marking of our captain.
bad.
Let's face it, here I am - and maybe not just me - I thought it was over. Risk taking The fourth goal thanks again (or because, depending on your point of view) the award-winning company 4-11-14, but the latter answered the call later, and their low cross goes out to the side. Better that way.
Time passes and you get to five minutes from the end, when it lasts from the left and the ball sticks to the foot (I am honest, I am the door - vocal as ever - the screaming to download on a companion) and a lightning triangulation Pine can be found with our front doors, two to three! So let us try, heck!
The Hawk is not dead at all: first the number 11 warms my patented split Garelliana, then two punishments insidious nock on the thighs of our captain and first in the palm of my glove But then ... for the remainder of the field is Atletico-Petone-Country. The forcing is constant, they rely on back passes to the goalkeeper and following long delays, to tease them out of the vein. But there is more: Lillo, and Simo first then the center is an anti-pass-and precious are the folds of our midfielders and keeps the ball in the game. And 'good goalkeeper in their first release on Pino low, but in the first two minutes of recovery is no corner for us, and Dura lights: dry on the first post, when everyone was expecting the lob to the center. A defender deflects the worst possible way, and the ball bag! Three to three! Shouts of joy, I think already in extra time, we're almost there.
Ball the center, the referee announced the end of thirty seconds, the ball to them. We do not know how, but they still manage to arrive in our area, while Diego left again placed at the center of defense Lillo. Number 14 insists and tries the shot but now the fuel warning light was on for too many minutes, and the ball goes off to the side. A fast exchange with the Teo meal as in the days of Alberto and Facchetti in Mexico '70, and my reference comes the final whistle. Other
that additional you go to penalties!
I go by the referee and tell him jokingly that lacked only RaiTre tonight, because here there was material for an entire episode of "Challenges". It was not joking at all!
Needless to say, are always been crap in the shootout. But the satisfaction of a striking result as it gives us the conviction and the desire to play, and now I am infected ... almost in a whisper, while I get back the gloves and Pino is to say a few words of comfort, out of my mouth the phrase "I'll take you to the quarter ...", and believe me, I believe, I believe.
They beat them first, good for us. In front of me their Marc Lenders, the number 11. I do not think you have no chance, but the game is really worth the candle. My body feint before plunging to the left but the shot is aimed not at an angle, the interception, but his elbow is not able to stop the ball, I turn and smanaccio, but too late, the ball is inside. I would have eaten his hands, especially because our captain picks up the ball, they are easy prey for my neighbor across the links.
first penalty: Hawk 1 - 0 Petone
According rigor: Hawk 2 - 1 Petone
Third rigor: the adversary waits until the last moment and sees the direction of my dive, with the ball centrally. Hawk 3 - 2 Petone
rigor Fourth: get the number 14 ... This time, spread his arms, pulling him dry, but central, and I no longer helmet. Urlaccio parade and liberating. Hawk 3 - Petone 3 ... and again!
fifth discipline: Hawk 4 - 4 Petone
sixth penalty, you enter the turn to the bitter end ... I sense and feel in the bottom right, but the shot is dry and my SD is not enough, the ball is! Fortunately Simo slams under seven, a siphon unprecedented. 5-5
But with the sixth penalty end players: goalkeepers in touch! I turn to their goalkeeper, I smile and say "Can we play us." He goes on the disc and throws a penalty fine, dry and low. No need to guess, now they are in the lead and the ball weighs on me like a boulder. Everyone knows that I have two feet that are sent to hell with each other, and a penalty kick is not really one of my best ambitions. Patience, it takes a calm and cool. I tell myself to kick-up to keep it low, and not to move too much the body before the shot ... Being left-handed, and not able to cross, I would give the goalkeeper a benefit too large. The referee blows his whistle, and look at the ball delivery, straight to the disk. Porter left! Ball to the right, low. Inside, in fact. Equal 6!
I wanted the world to stop, a voice told me where to dive, where to parry the shot. Unfortunately, maybe because I'm an atheist, either because this is not a world that is listening to the 28-year old goalkeeper has-been like me, number 11 on the disc and pulls back a cannon shot low to the right. Meanwhile I was left to butterflies. But Teo is not wrong this time. 7-7
Once again I can not cover myself with glory, and their mark. Go to the diskette
Danilo, who rolls a penalty very similar to the first wrong with our captain. Unfortunately, the goalkeeper makes a dive very similar. 8-7, in total will be published tomorrow in the Internet is proving to be a mockery, what incredible
Liguria League - Preliminary Round
Optics Hawk - Atletico Petone 11-10 dcr
Of course, the bitter taste a victory was so close to us all.
But the smiles, the genuine satisfaction to have forced overtime with an education as the Hawk without a doubt the best team he faced to date, could not but make us feel good. And then there is plenty of room for smiles, pats on the back, proclamations (and here I'll put in the foreground) for the next commitment in the league, in pursuit of a salvation that is still very far away.
All of this, a mixture of excitement, a tingling in his stomach who are still struggling to get away, despite more than four hours have passed since the end of the game ...
... It greets the boys, and go down Via Cornigliano for a small pizza with mushrooms and a ubiquitous Estathè Lemon, and then off at home ... But which house?!? Who wants to go home in that state of joyful excitement! You go to Italy
course, and I find myself walking into a trail, including the wind, her hair - without gel after a shower - you autocotonano as my usual, and here that "It is 100%" is transformed instantly the illegitimate son of Tony Little. Milling
feet, with waves to be my soundtrack, I think obviously to them, to those penalties, and that if I dive late in the third round of jokes, perhaps I would have crashed on me seee ... oh well, if I had the wheels, I'd be a wagon, and cart!
Eventually the clock reads 1:33 am, I still have exercises to do before you doze off German, not to mention that you work tomorrow! And then I close by thanking
Lillo, Simo, Pino, Daniel, Diego, Dura, the three Tigre unfortunately absent, and Gian Luca, and close with Teo, because if that May evening, in Via Ungaretti after a resounding 4-0 a four-summer, I had proposed to defend the port this year, Petone, trivial or had tacked on another goalkeeper who often played with us at that time (but very, very much better than me, however), I would not live here in these great emotions .
It is not football, not this round object that turns, turns, and you never know where it goes: it is the Passion.
The passion that unites these 10 bold players today.
The passion that has always marked the important things in my life that were the theater, and now the first Multedo Petone, wrestling or rare emotional ties - "Few and Far Between" Anglophones would say - and I have really believed. A
beautiful night to share with everyone that I care. Tomorrow the link to this post will do a good lap, because I wanted that so many important people were there with me, to live it ... But maybe there was, in fact.
soon!
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