Oh, 'epic bantz' about Sanchez and Guardiola from the Mingers' DavidBrentalike manager in this one, I wonder if that cost him in the final analysis? Obviously the sheer arrogance of the sinch vote as regards to football opinions means he would not be outwardly swayed by such minor infringements of decency, but subliminally, couldn't really tell you.
In any case, this was a close match, and might have been even closer if both managers hadn't tried to shoehorn attacking players into their line-ups leaving both unbalanced and with dodgy 'wing backs who really aren't wing backs' on right and left respectively. Maybe it was Lombardo making a slightly better fist of it than the criminally deployed Nedved that swung it for the Eejits, or maybe it was the more handsome defensive threesome, not sure. Certainly, Maldini was happier in this one than in the last round when he had to contend with three right backs next to him, instead finding his old mate Bergomi and his old enemy Ferri alongside him. It was not an auspicious start, though, as our Riccardo, holder of the dubious honour of most ever Serie A own goals (8, ffs! Still might have earned him some lovely brown envelopes), kicked the scoring off in this one with a lovely header from a corner.... the only slight problem being it was a corner slung over by poor old Pavel and was therefore an og all the way. It might not have been if Rossi had been paying more attention but he was making the same old assumption that he was back playing for Milan and could pretty much slack off actual goalkeeping for the duration in favour of chatting up birds in the crowd (and at one stage, slightly embarrassingly, Pavel Nedved, though probably this was a haircut-led case of misidentification, and to be fair, those blond locks were lovely). 1-0 Mingers early doors.
However, within just a few minutes, Totti slipped in a pass from deep and Collovati was completely unable to deal with bilbo Balbo for pace, the latter sprinting away and sticking it low past Cervone for the equaliser. Cue also for a bit of handbags between Vialli and Ayala. Turned out Vialli had the nicer one - Gucci, proper Italian leather etc., beautiful craftmanship, Ayala back in his box for sure.
The rest of the game was played out with interesting battles across the pitch, but few breakthroughs, with Di Livio's slightly malcooordinated energy matching up well against Branco's insouciant power, Dunga and Matthaus battling nobly against the Dutch feckers, and Favalli and Vialli having a superb rhyming battle that thankfully did not make it into a shite radio advert for Coral. It was this matchup that finally proved decisive, though, after Lombardo did Nedved for pace, helped perhaps by his much improved head aerodynamics, and swinging over a peach of a cross for Vialli to nip in ahead of Favalli and volley in. 2-1 Eejits, Maldini without doubt man of the match, and not a hair out of place either. Might need to improve the midfield for next time though.
Smoochies,
Sinch