– Francesco Fasulo –
Come on I write. Yes, yes, I see that there are new signatures who write about Pisa and football with more desire than me. I am depressed by the attacks on our coach, this incomprehensible choice to leave Cohen on the bench leaves the citizens of the populace perplexed, commendable on the wet bleachers of this bad place. In spite of everything.
The only positive note of the day, in addition to the company of travel companions, is a tagliatella with jugged hare consumed in the hospitality of the deep Paduan province. The more I travel the world, the more I realize that there are so many “people” Pioviggina when we “sit” in the stands.
Organizing a trip is now complicated. It is never played on the same day, never at the same time. It sucks. The sanctity of football is violated to please TV that is not good and sites that collect ever richer bets post lock down.
We start from Milan unloads and e without desire but with two new purchases found in a daring way. A Pisa shirt was convicted on a boot pitch in the mist of Quarto Oggiaro. “Bellino, treat that shirt well!”. “What about you balls? I know you?”. Almost beaten to best friends is a great classic under the tower and also on the road
I’m not talking about the game, much less about those who escaped from the most famous zoo in Tuscany to come and ruin it to the populace.
If it cuts me, I won’t write any more. Bona Ugo. Come on Pisa.
Photo: Paola Garbuio / LaPresse (ilGiornale.it)