I don’t know. I really never know what to say about these here. Every game is a round of roulette: completely rhapsodic, where the entropic forces at play can make everything turn very well or very badly. And one minute is never the same as the next.
The first 25′ in Monte Carlo border on perfection, against another team of psychotic people – it must be said – who decide not to defend even a single action: they go to +19, everything in control, then the sudden skid, on the forehand and with the Sun. I see the +6 and feel the air of a turnaround. Two baskets from Mirotic and the practice closed. Meh.
I would like to understand how it is possible that the team that lost 10 balls in the first quarter against Partizan lost only 4 in 35 minutes. I would like to understand how it is possible that the team that lost without even fighting in Vitoria can then dominate in Monaco.
I would like to understand many things that no one will ever understand. When we do the autopsy this season in several brains we will find symptoms of CTE, it is too obvious. I fear it’s always how much the ball weighs: when it counts it becomes a boulder, when it’s all over then you remember that you know how to play. Such a waste has not been seen since the unfinished Sport City of Tor Vergata in Rome.
2024-03-21 05:56:53
#Vision #Guazz #Waste
