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una vinta (1-3) una persa (2-0) a san siro. comunque qualcosa dirà.

nel ruolo secondo me uno che potrebbe fare molto bene da noi è caqueret del lione.

non sono convinto che la società otterrebbe qualcosa protestando. l'anno scorso l'abbiamo fatto dopo l'errore del var con la salernitatana, che non è neppure stato ammesso, così come il mancato rosso a berardi. e non abbiamo guadagnato molto, mi sembra. con l'atalanta, a parte la gestione dei cartellini, il metro abitrale è stato per l'ennesima volta e per tutta la partita impari.

in questo caso senza concedere tiri in porta e lasciando solo due tiri fuori. ma il lecce ha rinunciato ad attaccare la porta e ha puntato a guadagnare tempo con il palleggio.

1. mezzala 2. movimenti senza palla e pressing 3. no

grazie per il bel lavoro! vorrei chiederti come hai raccolto i dati: manulmente o programmaticamente?

anche io non ho votato, perchè penso che finiranno per guadagnarsi un minutaggio simile.

non sappiamo se le notizie sono vere. le controanalisi sono in presenza dei legali di pogba, che possono controllare i dettagli, che potrebbero essere importanti anche per il processo.

copia conforme in sedicesimo:

anche io sono dell'idea che si debba puntare su moise e che finiremo per farlo, già in questa stagione. ma di certo non è l'attaccante più forte del campionato. deve ancora giocare una singola stagione da titolare! per mettere le cose in prospettiva, nella scorsa stagione (tutte le competizioni) gol e assist per 90 min al netto dei gol su rigore: - osimhen 0.99 - kean 0.50 - vlahovic 0.49 moise può crescere molto. ma è necessario dissipare la confusione sul tipo di giocatore che è. non è un solista o, a dispetto del fisico, un giocatore che punta tutto sulla velocità e sulla forza. al contrario, è un giocatore che da il meglio quando lavora per la squadra. è un attaccante di fatica, non solo un finalizzatore. in quel ruolo, al servizio di un magnifico solista come fede, può davvero emergere e mostrare sul campo quanto vale.

secondo i commentatori di tnt sport, il migliore nel primo tempo. e la giocata dove fede incespica sul pallone è del secondo tempo. sbaglia molto, ma chi non fa non falla...

riguarda l'azione. tutti e due provano a intercettare il passaggio, sandro ci arriva più vicino. non avesse tentato l'intervento sandro, zirkzee avrebbe potuto andare verso la porta (quando passa la palla è girato verso la porta).

chiaro, è una soluzione di compromesso, certamente gatti è molto più forte in marcatura. penso che in questa stagione huijsen conquisterà i gradi da titolare. sono scelte, col senno di poi sono sbagliate perchè hanno fatto gol. ma bremer si fa saltare da zirkzee nell'azione del gol, sandro cerca di rimediare. non era la prima occasione in cui bremer non era riuscito a tenere zirkzee tra l'altro.

osimhen sta rinnovando, si dice, a una cifra fra i 10 e i 12 netti con clausola a 150.

capro espiatorio. con il bologna bremer stavaa faticando parecchio con zirkzee (gran partita la sua). nell'occasione del gol se l'era perso. sandro ha provato a raddoppiare. col senno di poi avrebbe fatto meglio a seguire ferguson, anche perchè cambiaso non ha fatto a tempo a stringere. in generale, gioca perchè con lui in campo guadagni pulizia tecnica e intelligenza tattica in costruzione.

leader forse ancora no e forse sarebbe meglio lasciasse ad altri più attrezzati il ruolo, carismatico non troppo. ma è vero che in quest'inizio atleticamente sembra un altro giocatore rispetto all'anno scorso. non ancora magari un giocatore completamente recuperato, ma sembra già chiaro che con una settimana tra una partita e l'altra è possibile gestire la situazione., del resto è quello che hanno fatto a firenze... comunque sia, partecipa al pressing, si muove con una certa agilità, cerca gli spazi, si fa vedere in area, segna. sbaglia ancora molto in rifinitura, ma anche in quello sembra stia trovando le misure!

@Joe Strummer non così 😜 mi sarei aspettato almeno una citazione... When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun

bremer ha fatto fatica su zirkzee, come aveva faticato settimana scorsa su beto, non è in un gran momento. l'errore sul gol è suo più suo che di sandro per me. però sono loro due a confezionare la palla per il gol annullato a dusan: cross di sandro sulla testa di bremer e sponda perfetta.

People often ask me, ‘So, at Juve, didn’t you ever notice that the referees had suddenly become much friendlier?’ I reply, ‘No. On the pitch all I ever noticed is that we were playing better. And that’s why we won.’ I was still young and, as far as I was concerned, the referee was my enemy. Eleven of us, twelve of them. I could never manage to think of referees as being on my side. I gave a speech at a music festival and was given some notes to use. I was so focused that I didn’t even notice the mistake. They had me say that I’d won the Scudetto eleven times when, in fact, the correct number was thirteen. UEFA and Federcalcio, the Italian Football Federation, don’t count the two Scudetti stripped from Juve in the aftermath of the Calciopoli match-fixing scandal.fn1 But I’ll always consider them to have been personal victories, 100 per cent. If I hadn’t missed it, I’d have said thirteen, not eleven. When I walk into the Turin stadium and see the number thirty-eight next to the tricolour Scudetto, I don’t think of it as a mistake – I think it’s exactly the right number, and that its presence there represents true justice: we won both those Scudetto titles because we were the best team in Italy, but then they took them away from us. I don’t know whether the system was manipulated in any way, and I don’t care to ask. That’s a choice I’ve made; I decided from the very outset to ignore the investigation and the controversy. All I know for sure is that no one ever manipulated the way I ran on the pitch – none of my goals, the hard work I put in in training, my injuries, my accidents and my pain. No one manipulated the sweat and talent of my teammates. After seventy or eighty matches, only the strongest team wins: it’s the justice of the pitch that matters in sport. That’s why I’ll go on thinking of the two Scudetti they stripped us of as being rightfully mine. How was it even conceivable to give one of the two Scudetti to someone else? And how could that someone else bring themselves to accept it? If you disqualify the team that won it and then you give me their medal, I don’t want it. In fact I consider it an insult if you try to give it to me at all. If I walk around with that medal hanging from my neck and I say, ‘I won!’ it merely strikes me as pathetic. I’ve always had a very good relationship with Luciano Moggi, the executive at the centre of the scandal, and that’s partly because he behaved differently with foreigners: he laughed, he joked around, he made wisecracks … Whereas the Italians were all afraid of him. Whenever Moggi entered the dressing room, it was like when Berlusconi arrived in Milanello: you could feel the vibrations in the air, the sheer weight of his charisma; everyone fell silent, fearful and intimidated. But I was young, and I never felt overwhelmed, I just called him ‘boss’. He had a good relationship with Mino, and that helped us to bond. Moggi did a lot for me, even if he did stick me with a few too many fines. Like that time with Jonathan Zebina. I should tell you that, in Italy, players can have their salary docked on the basis of unwritten rules, such as showing up late or behaving disrespectfully. This was an in-house training match. Zebina tackled me hard from behind, once, twice, three times. I don’t like being tackled from behind like that, because I can’t see it coming. I’m not expecting it, especially in training, and there’s a serious risk of injury. But if I know that a defender in a practice game means to tackle me roughly, like in a real match, then I get ready when the ball comes my way. So I turn round and tell Zebina, ‘If you want to play rough, say so and I’ll know you’re coming.’ He gives me a head-butt, so I let fly with a right and deck him. Lilian Thuram reaches us and shoves me away. ‘What an idiot you are, Ibra! What an idiot!’ Cannavaro rushes up, pushes Thuram aside and tells me, ‘You’ve done it this time, Zlatan!’ But even as he’s saying it, he gives me a wink. Capello, the coach, is on the far side of the field, leaning against a pole. He shouts, ‘Lilian! Lilian!’ Whenever Capello shouted, absolute silence would fall. ‘Lilian! Get out of there. Leave him alone.’ Thuram moves away and the storm subsides. After training, I go and talk to Capello: ‘I’m sorry, Coach.’ ‘About what?’ he asks. ‘That incident with Zebina.’ ‘No need to apologize. That kind of thing does the team good,’ he replied. I go and get a massage, a shower and all the rest. After three hours Zebina still has an ice-bag on his eye. The manager, Alessio Secco, alerts me: ‘You’re being asked for.’ If Moggi wanted to see you, that’s how you found out – you were told, ‘You’re being asked for.’ No one even said his name. Everybody understood. If, for instance, some player was refusing to give an interview and Secco told him, ‘You’re being asked for’, then that player knew he’d be giving the interview in question, because that’s the way Moggi wanted it. I go to Moggi’s office, and he tells me, ‘Zlatan, I have to fine you.’ ‘Why?’ ‘The fight with Zebina.’ ‘No, I’m not paying.’ ‘Oh, you’ll pay all right.’ ‘Listen, boss. If someone attacks you on the street, what do you do?’ I ask him. ‘I defend myself,’ he replies. ‘I defended myself when Zebina attacked me,’ I explain. ‘Okay, but you were wrong. Just pay the fine and we’re done.’ I read the amount of the fine. ‘This is way too much. I mean, I didn’t kill the guy!’ ‘Don’t worry, he’ll be paying a fine, too,’ Moggi reassures me. ‘How big a fine?’ ‘Ten times the amount of your fine,’ Moggi replies. ‘All right then – in that case, I’m good with it. Maybe you could simply roll my fine into his and make him pay it all.’ One day we arrive at the stadium. I’m expecting to play, but they inform me that I should go to the stand. Not even on the bench: in the stand. ‘What’s going on?’ Nobody can give me an explanation. I call Mino. ‘Mino, I was supposed to be playing today, and instead I’ve been sent to the stand without an explanation. Try and see what you can find out.’ Alessio Secco shows up. ‘Zlatan, tomorrow you’re being asked to see Moggi.’ The next day Moggi explains. ‘The reason you didn’t play yesterday is that you used some kind of cream and failed to inform us.’ ‘Wait, what does that have to do with football? I’m having problems with psoriasis on my arms,’ I explain. ‘It’s a cream they gave me when I was at Ajax.’ ‘It’s got cortisone in it. You’re obliged to tell us everything you take. We need to know everything – literally everything. This is going to cost you another fat fine,’ the boss decrees. I read the sum and, once again, I’m stunned. ‘For some stupid skin cream?’ ‘Do it again and the fine will double.’ Maybe I should have kept the psoriasis. At Juve, they were especially sensitive about pharmaceuticals of any kind, because Dr Riccardo Agricola’s doping trial was under way. If they had happened to find any trace of a forbidden substance in my anti-doping tests, it would have meant a devastating blowback in terms of the club’s image. That’s just the way Moggi was: extremely harsh. When he had something important to say to the team, he summoned us all to the gym. Not the dressing room or the pitch: the gym. We’d gather round in a circle and he’d stand in the middle. Only he was allowed to talk. I remember a day when he attacked one of my teammates in front of everyone. Moggi accused him of being unproductive and threatened to dock half his salary. The young man tried to have his say, but his boss shut him up fast: ‘Not a word or it’ll cost you two months’ pay.’ Moggi was relentless, but I like people like that – people who are clear and concise: it’s black or white. No muddling around with shades of grey. After the refereeing scandal of 2006, Juve was relegated to Serie B. I chose to leave the club and join Inter, Moggi’s worst enemy. When I informed him of the fact, he didn’t utter a word of criticism. In fact he said nothing at all, partly because at the time he had far more serious problems on his hands. I started my preparation in the mountains. I was sharing a room with Pavel Nedvěd, but I was waiting to leave. If I’d been the age I am now, I would have stayed to help the team climb back up into Serie A, the way I did with Milan, which I did so much to elevate. But I was at the start of my career, and I wanted to play in the Champions League, not in Serie B. In short, I was young and hungry for achievement. Before I signed for Inter, AC Milan had made me an offer too, and the contract they’d proposed was a good one, but there was a condition: I’d have to wait for the qualifying round of the Champions League against Red Star Belgrade. ‘If we qualify, the club will have more money.’ AC were confident I’d come play for them, no matter what happened, because it was one of the most fashionable clubs. It had only been three years since they’d won the Champions League, while Inter hadn’t won the Scudetto in seventeen years. But Inter made me a better offer. So Mino went back to AC Milan and said, ‘If Ibra is going to be your number-one footballer, then he needs to have the team’s highest salary.’ Ariedo Braida and Galliani replied, ‘Not even if the Virgin Mary appears to us in a vision will we so much as touch the contract we just offered you.’ I took the answer invoking the Virgin Mary as an insult. It meant that AC Milan didn’t want me badly enough, and I’m not going anywhere that I sense a shortage of enthusiasm. I told Mino, ‘Make the deal with Inter. I’ll bring them the Scudetto again, after a seventeen-year drought. That’s the challenge.’ The evening that I signed for Inter, Berlusconi was out to dinner at Da Giannino, a Milan restaurant. He was playing the guitar with a tableful of friends. They were all laughing and having a good time. I’ve been told that the minute someone told him I’d signed for Inter, he put down his guitar and sat in silence for an hour.

a dire il vero ha segnato anche su azione. il chelsea ha sempre e solo cercato di sgravarsi di lukaku. vlahovic per loro è sempre stato solo un prezzo da pagare, nel caso. come noi abbiamo sempre e solo cercato di sgravarci di vlahovic. lukaku per noi era, o forse è ancora, solo un'occasione connessa alla cessione al chelsea di dusan.

se dusan è sul mercato nel senso che aspettano offerte, come sembra, di certo non lo tieni fuori o fingi che sia infortunato. anzi, titolare e in vetrina.

per me il centrocampo va benissimo così. ho scritto dusan ieri meglio proprio perchè è stato molto più associativo, anche se hai ragione, ha sbagliato molto. sulla punta più collaborativa, penso che kean e milik lo siano entrambi. quindi penso che resteranno loro due mentre dusan sarà sacrificato. o se non altro è la scelta che farei io.

d'accordo su miretti, secondo me tra i migliori in campo non ostante qualche errore. ma fagioli è entrato quando la squadra aveva tirato i remi in barca. e vlahovic almeno un tiro in porta, con gol, l'ha fatto. al di là del gol annullato, dusan meglio di altre volte.

e anche che il primo gol è praticamente suo.

miretti ha sempre segnato molto, in tutte le categorie. in prima squadra deve solo sbloccarsi.