It is not yet Easter of relegation, for a Fortitudo that comes out of the mud of a nervous game – more in the small things than in the general management – and marred by the injury to Feldeine, apparently yet another victim of murderous stickers on the parquet. However, paradoxically, the USA crash brings the team to a more logical and balanced set-up, the one with which a treacherous evening is played off. There is still life, and who knows if there is room to adapt to the need.
Audience not of great occasions, applause for Bagaric, I remember for Danielli, and we start with the horror of minutes where they flock lost here and crushed there. 4-12, Martin furious, and immediate recovery on the wings of a Benzing, evidently in the mood to be forgiven previous bricks. He puts 14 in a row, the German, and while Trento understands little (16-4 the counterpart) things are better with Fantinelli to manage and the others to follow. 26-20 at 10 ‘.
“Gianluca Muratori you sent Pavani to play with our values” verga la Fossa, while the second quintet lowers the pace a little, wastes something, but doesn’t get lost along the way. With Fantinelli and Procida it is a good defensive dimension, it is 34-23, then on the return of the owners they try to stay in the waterline even with some smears on the counterattack and whistles that make the troops angry. But it’s hard, with Durham and Frazier wasting away and the others watching: some players just can’t stay together, they sleep behind, from 40-29 to 40 equal to 20 ‘in the blink of an eye.
Groselle sets a free throw and is celebrated like at Christmas, when he has to try again he finds a change that sends an alternating Frazier to the bezel, but everything remains precarious, like referees completely unable to manage situations. In attack it is a continuous one on five of the first who receives the ball, who first undoes then, with an atmosphere that warms up after an unsportsmanlike by Flaccadori that leads Feldeine to go out on a stretcher: more bad luck than badness in the moment of relapse, but so be it. Aradori at least puts some free shots, 62-54 on 30.
A number of the Aradori-Charalampopoulos-Procida trio, with a 360-degree closure of the latter, shows the double-digit F in the margin. Collective ecstasy on the leaps of the otherwise sleeping youth, and precisely his verticality spins the game. Everything becomes simpler, it turns around the fan, in the end cheers for everyone, and we will see the rest.
(photo Valentino Orsini – Fortitudo Bologna 103)
