Football, the new advances: papier-mâché defences, goals like confetti
Juventus-Inter 4-3 recalls legendary Aldo, Giovanni e Giacomo beach game. Modric keeps Milan afloat. Who will stop Conte's Napoli?
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Venghino signori, venghino. The show is worth the price of the ticket. You will see things that you humans, football fans, have never seen. The goalkeeper with butterfingers, the defender dozing like a sloth, the bomber who scores without exulting but laughs instead when the opponents score.
And then goals, lots of goals, a shower of goals that in the end, like confetti, colour this strange September carnival. Come on gentlemen, there is fun to be had, because in this circus of the absurd, surprises, like goals, are never lacking.
But what is happening to Italian football? Is there a contagious virus? Has someone put hallucinogenic mushrooms on the plates of our more or less great champions? A week ago Gattuso's national team beat Israel at the end of a match reminiscent of an Aldo, Giovanni e Giacomo film. A drunken 5-4, with the Azzurri defenders as immobile as goalkeepers, saved only by Kean's goals and by an improbable effort in extremis by Tonali. One thought, let's face it, was that this was a problem for our national team, always an open building site, excluded from the last two World Cups,
Juventus-Inter, or 'Hellzapoppin'"
.Evidently not. The virus has also taken root in the championship. And not at the back, among the last of the queue, but in the aristocracy of football, as was seen this Saturday in the surreal Juventus - Inter 4-3, the former derby d'Italia, a kind of Hellzapoppin' where you can never get comfortable because something unexpected at the most beautiful goes sideways.
Of course, beautiful things were also seen, such as Calhanoglu's two goals (8), Yildiz's razor-sharp shot (7.5) and the tracer missile of young Adzic (8), the latest arrival but well accommodated, having single-handedly solved the eagerly awaited challenge at the Stadium. All in celebration for the Bianconeri supporters, but who would have bet a penny on this 19-year-old pulled out of Igor Tudor's hat (6.5)?



