Serie B: Citadella v. Bologna
View attachment 316639It's cold and raining. Utterly miserable day to be outside. I'm wearing a Bologna raincoat with a hood and scarf. I couldn't give the least **** if the pundits make fun of me, I'd rather be warm and healthy.
I'm taking a risk playing Luca Callegari. I could play Diego Perez in the back, Zukes as the defensive mid and play Matuzalem in midfield, but I want to see how he'll do. Also, I tell Morleo to mark Keko.
Citadella are determined to play well for their embattled manager. They keep us pinned back for the first ten minutes. Keko is tormenting poor Morleo and even with Gennaro Troianiello dropping back to help. Dejan Stojanovic is spectacular in net. I'm shocked, but we survive the first 15 minutes. My speech about playing some decent defense today must've registered.
At the 15 minute mark, Keko swaps sides and I'm screaming at Gyorgy Garics to watch him closely. Keko is surprisingly quiet out on the Citadella left. Instead, Andrea Schenetti torments Morleo. More great saves from Dejan, but we begin to have occasional breaks forward.
The statistics say that we're most likely to score against Citadella during the 30 to 45 minute mark. So I feel quite hopeful when we break swiftly. Federico Casarini plays a pass up to a WIDE open Daniele Cacia. Daniele had to wait a bit for the pass to catch up which meant that defenders would close him down. He sees Gennaro Troianiello steaming in from the left flank.
The keeper comes racing off his line and flops down, sliding quickly at Troi on the wet grass. And Troi deftly chips him.
0-1
Troi jogs over to the traveling supporters behind the goal to celebrate.
Okay, guys. We've scored, can we hold this lead until halftime. Lately, we've been unable. Y'all know the answer already. Of course we can't. Simple counter attack in the 42nd minute in which we were outnumbered did us in. How the **** does that happen. Technically, Perez got caught upfield, was slow getting back and couldn't keep up with the eventual goalscorer Benedetti who was arriving late from midfield.
1-1
I was still swearing under my breathe in English, pacing the sideline as stoppage time wore down in the first half. The ref was probably about to blow his whistle, he'd looked at his watch once already. Franco Zuculini dished off to Casarini as they pushed into Citadella territory. Casa held it, held and held it, looking for options. Eventually he played a pass across his body toward Zuke who'd drifted into Troi's favorite spot.
1-2
Zuculini smashed it into the side netting just like Troi likes to do. And that was the last kick of the second half. It was looking bad for Foscarini.
I needed a more mobile defensive midfielder and thought Perez might calm down our defense. So Uros Radakovic went on for Luca Callegari and Perez dropped into the center of the defense.
Since we'd recently scored, the equalizer was soon to come. In the 48th minute, Dominico Maietta made a half-hearted challenge for a 50-50 ball with Coralli. Coralli raced for the end line and hit a harmless cross into the middle. It was right to Dejan. However, Perez raced back and headed to Gyorgy Garics. Maybe I should say headed the ball in the direction of Garics. The problem was Garics waited for the ball to arrive and Keko nipped in front of him and tapped a pass to near the penalty spot where Gerardi gratefully buried the chance.
2-2
Things were looking up for Foscarini. On the other hand, I just stood there staring with my jaw agape. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen. Three experienced professionals all made amateur mistakes. I turned and looked at my bench. Defense Coach Stefano Romanin had his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. I should have ****ing left Luca in. I walked over to him.
"You'd have left that for Dejan wouldn't you?" I asked rhetorically. He nodded. "I apologize. I shouldn't have taken you out."
Things started looking rather bleak for Foscarini in the 53rd. Casa had the ball with his back to goal about 40m out. Antonio Barreca was trying to get the ball off him. But it's not easy to get the ball off Casa and eventually, Barreca got frustrated and chopped his legs out.
Straight red card. I looked over at Foscarini. He looked pale. Like he'd just been given his death sentence. He couldn't even look at Barreca as his player walked past him. Actually, he looked like he was in shock.
Apparently, my defenders have a soft spot for Foscarini.
In the 57th, we gave away a free kick about 40m away from goal out on our right flank. Cappelletti whipped in the cross and Keko, who'd gotten away from Perez, nodded home. I hope you notice the pattern here. Just in case, I'll elaborate. Three mistakes by Perez resulted in three goals. But that's unfair. The entire defense outside of Dejan has been horse****.
3-2
I looked over. Foscarini was on his knees pumping his fists and screaming up into the rain.
Matthias Lepiller hadn't done much and was tiring so I sent on Nacho Huertas. Normally, Sergio would go on in his place, but he was hurt. Now Nacho is slow, but he's creative. I was hoping for any spark in this miserable day in Liguria.
We pressed but couldn't create any chances. I got Robert Aquafresca warming up. Then in the 66th, Cacia wasted a golden chance. I whirled, pointed at Aqua and waved him over. Cacia off, Aqua on in the 68th.
I looked like a ****ing genius for that move.
First touch of the game set up his second touch which was to score.
3-3
Casa played a ball up and out to Troi. Troi saw Aqua wide open in the middle and redirected Casa's long ball into Robert's path. Thank. You. Very. Much. After Cacia's display, this might get you a start, Mr. Aquafresca.
I looked over at Foscarini. His hands were back in his coat pockets and he looked pale and glum again.
Benedetti almost won a reprieve for Foscarini in the 77th, but Dejan thwarted him with yet another brilliant save.
Then we decamped in the Citadella end. We pushed and prodded, but Citadella were looking pretty resilient. We just couldn't find the combination play that would work.
The fourth official signaled four minutes of extra time. It didn't look good for us finding a way through the 10 men.
91:00 rolled by ...
92:00 rolled by ...
93:00 rolled by ...
And we won a corner. Troi grabbed the ball and sprinted for the corner flag. Perez and Maietta sprinted forward.
93:12 Troi curls in his corner. Scaglia heads clear. Zuke is running forward from his position lurking outside the box. He calls off Casa and Radakovic who are running back to get it. Radakovic unintentionally sets a pick for the defender trying to reach the ball.
93:18
View attachment 316638Franco controls it with his thigh and unleashes a tomahawk missile of a shot.
93:19 He spins away kissing his badge. It hit nothing but net.
93:20 I'm engulfed by a wave of people rushing off the bench.
93:25 I look over at Foscarini. His head is hanging. The rain coming down his forehead is spouting off the end of his nose like a sad gargoyle.
Sorry, dude. It just wasn't meant to happen.
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