Well, tomorrow night it’s either sink or swim. Our once-in-a-lifetime hero, Totti, and his band of merry calciatori (that’s soccer players in Italian and boy, are they!) will be playinagainst Inter and they are not chopped liver (my favorite little snack…). But this man is my second best hero, even if he isn’t papa (numero uno) (or a feline).
I watch every game with mama and papa (lying stretched out on their knees—whichever one will have me and put up with a little claw-love) even in France (along with the French team, I have to admit, but mostly Barcelona, which is liquid magic on flying paws!), and I have come to the conclusion that the AS Roma needs guidance–lots of guidance, which, I must say, they appear to be getting, little by little, poco a poco.
Sometimes I wish for Spalletti….sigh…(a previous coach of the Roma who really knew how to shape a team–now in Russia where those WEIRD kitties come from).
I watch those young, gifted players like Lamela and Piris and Bradley (American!) and Marquino and I just think they need more discipline, the way you’d teach a kitty to go for the throat but with finesse and thoughtfulness about whether the teeth will actually hit the jugular or bite some other part, the ear, say, or the whiskers of some poor little mouse who then beats it outta there, minus a whisker or two, but alive and still kicking!
These guys have to learn to hit the jugular more often—often called the net.
Pjanic can kick like an Abyssian can slink, but putting the ball in is always a good thing, and I must say Lamela landed a beauty in the last match with Torino—plunk, right in the corner, just like me when I chase my red ball and pop it right in the magazine basket. Perfect timing, and actually, I’ll admit that I’ve learned my ball control from the Roma, on occasion.
Watching Messi helps, too.
So I’m catching up on La Gazzetta della Sport and hoping to read about us in The Coppa d’Italia (Oh, god of soccer, please let us win against Lazio) and that we are to kick ball!
(I have to say that a lot of those guys are also easy to look at…but if I were human, I’d still go for papa over Osvaldo any day.)
I know that a soccer fan can be a bit boring, but I just had to get in my love of the Rome and TOTTI—-FORZA, ROMA!!!
I guess in France I may root for Barcelona…we’re only two hours away from the stadium! Maybe if they took me in my cage…..?
