I'm listening to the Fiorentina -v- Liverpool match on the radio and it reminds me of the first match of the Serie A season last year. LJ and I were on holiday in Montecatini which is not for from Florence (home of Fiorentina) and the bar nearest our hotel was the local HQ of the Fiorentina supporters club, Club Viola. The bar was pretty much empty as the locals were off in Florence watching the match against Juve and the staff were low as the Violas were down 1-0 with minutes to go.
Fiorentina resorted to classic British tactics and the keeper hoofed the ball up front for the target man to lay of to a nippy striker who controlled and turned in one movement and slammed the ball past the keeper. The bar owner let out a cry of delight and we were nearly trampled by all the husbands from the hotel across the road who left their wives on the terrace looking very unimpressed and dashed into the bar to see the replay. I can imagine the conversation early that evening. I say darling, it's ages since we've been out together. Let's go to that nice hotel with the terrace and have a drink. etc etc
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