Either Italy is done or at most … it will be a great shame. Because basically he counts certain vigils, he matters to get there. And the sport of our house – always prolific – is experiencing a memorable era. “Of course, there is Sinner!”, Someone will object. Objection welcomed, but in this historical phase it would be to be orbing everything to the stainless tennis player with carrot -colored hair and the straight that bucks any surface.
Sinner for the slam hat -trick
Having Traini like this! And not only for the tennis movement, which is experiencing his most beautiful and colorful spring. Let me be clear, to have a museums in the Top ten Stable for a long time he passes almost in the background only because Sinner, rightly and wonderfully merciless, maciulla everything and everyone ends up leaving teammates and friends on the ground. And also the carrine, in fact, paid the Sinner tax. In cash, without receiving the beak of a euro of the rest. But today it will be in front of the TV just like all the others to cheer for Davis’s partner who crosses – look a little – another that the pages of history does not just write them but wants to engrave them in the rock: Alcaraz. And here we are back on the duel that has inflamed the Master 1000 and – above all – Slam finals. Needless to spend further words to galvanize a match that is already epic before the two enter the field. Tv tuned, today, on tennis, from 8pm.
The magical girls of the Italvolley
And there is also more epic – Oh if there is … – combined with the blue uniforms. Just think of the mythical (almost mythological) girls of the Italian volleyball. Since Julio Velasco took care of the blue bench, wins and records have rained. To profusion. Thirty -five hurrà in a row. Not cotic. And the 36th would correspond to the victory of the World Cup. After Olympics and Nations League, just to welcome. The victory, not in the day of greatest Fulgore, against a Brazil that seemed already directed towards the final against Turkey is even more epic. But against the girls who speak the same language of Calhanoglu, Paola Egonu and companions will play. Remote control button to press at 2.30 pm.
Poz’s dream
In order not to miss anything, given that between the Volleyball match and yet another act of the Sinner-Alcaraz saga there are three abundant hours, what to do? Well, the answer is easy: remote control in direction … basketball (around 17.30). The Italy of Pozzecco, second in the qualifying group to the European Championships, crosses the fearful Slovenia of his majesty of Luka Doncic. One who, to understand us better, if the god of sport had given him the talent of a tennis player would be there with Jannik and Carlitos to divide the slams and the remains of the opponents. But the magic powder laid on the head of the Lakers star which completes a structure of almost 2 meters is that of Michael Jordan (we do not exaggerate …) or something. And therefore Fontecchio and his companions have to put it up. But Italy does not start disadvantaged, it can play it great, perhaps by improving the racing percentages (against Spain she won those who made a mistake less).
The Mission of Ringhio
Once so much the Italy of football ends among the good ones. Attention, it will certainly not be the 5-0 against Estonia (which until the 45th minute had the features, precise precisely, of an insipid 0-0) to re-humble the splendor of the pre-disaster blues: those who, for example, qualified to the World Championships two days in advance and did not live with tachycardia the games against the last 20 nations of the ranking (today too …). But the Lucolliano banquet on Friday if nothing else gives confidence. And so much against Israel, because in the event of a defeat, a disastrous scenario would be configured. And winning, unless it is a success in the style-Estonia (complicated, practically impossible), it may not be enough to undermine, in the long run, Norway from the throne that leads straight to the World Cup without going from an anterooms. And then “Forza Azzurri!” (of football), even if to press the remote control you will have to wait on Monday evening – because Italy, as the title recalls, is done in 48 hours -. “Forza Azzurri!” From today until tomorrow and then who knows …