My sincere apologies for the delay in posting this week: I blame Saint Blaise. Also, please vote for Blog B if you haven't yet while voting is still open. Or you can vote for whoever you like...
I had been naive to assume you'd only see snow on a football pitch in Scotland, or possibly Yorkshire. No, there is was, cascading down in bale-fulls all over the patched up Delle Alpi pitch. It was lovely, although the four-nil hammering was hardly an appropriate introduction to Serie A.
Reggina were awful. For a club that felt it necessary to only throw one striker and a midfielder toward the Juve goal, their defense was below inept. That said, Juventus' first goal was very pretty indeed, and featured some real stars of Italian football. Del Piero smarly back-heeled to Pavel Nedved, who in turn set up Camorenesi to smash in the back of the snowy net, one nil.
The rest, ehh. A penalty, a bout of head-tennis followed by an Amauri Garbage StrikeTM, a free-kick from somewhere just past Neptune that Reggina allowed to somehow bounce in the net. Reggina keeper Christian Puggioni made Gomes look positively Zoff-ian at times; the man did not want to catch that ball, not matter softly it floated to his waiting hands.
Other stereotypes fulfilled include: Slower Play! Which was great really. It seems deft footwork still has a place in Lega Calcio. And there was more play through the middle, amazing not to see cross after cross either get headed on way or the other. Neither did you have sixteen players all rush the area during the attacking build-up. It seemed as far as Juve were concerned in the six yard box, too many cooks spoil the broth.
I'm having a few scheduling problems -- seems most of the fixtures are on Sunday morning when I'm busy singing for cash, which means I have to go back to avoiding scores and watching games on repeat. So be it.
Viva Calcio!
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