Carlo calls Ibra, the Juve scandal with silent TV sets, Ciro's gesture that causes tears to burst and the roar after Milik's goal

(by Arturo Minervini) – Zero goals conceded in the last three races, three goals in the last eight after conceding seven in the first two. The changes are strange, they don't look you in the face with immediacy. To recognize them you must assimilate them, get used to their profile. There is an inversion of the trend that now can no longer be entrusted to randomness, it becomes a foundation on which to develop interesting and even winning theories. The Naples is rediscovered solid, granting itself still some amnesias, but appiandendosi to the strength of individuals that are also beginning to dialogue on the same frequencies. No triumphant tone, because the work to be done is still long, but certain numbers must be told and they must comfort the soul of those who have the bad habit of pessimism.

One the embrace of Mertens in Arek. Beautiful. Very beautifull. Enveloping that only by stopping a second to dig out the emotions that it hides would you feel like crying for a whole hour. Milik unlocks and is like a roar in the head. Did you feel it? The noise was deafening. It's like getting rid of an armor built by time, a heap of scrap metal fueled by the controversy, the criticisms, the fears and the contradictions of a kick that consumes you when you stick in a dark moment. Light, finally light, in new clothes. Inside a shirt that you now feel yours again. The first joy, then the second flicker that has the regenerating taste of a rebirth. For those who know well the pain that one feels when falling, it has a dual value. Welcome back Arek. In this Naples that wants to return to feeling great there is also need for Milik.

Two more points. The usual story, the time that erases, the phrases made about ‘hunger, wickedness, the Juve style’ and that unbearable ‘Bla, Bla, Bla’ that turns into a petty and cloying rhetoric. With Bologna Sarri's team takes home three points in a fraudulent way and as always everything is silent, like the wind that silences Paolo and Francesca in an infernal group. There remain the drafts of those who try to denounce, of those who are indignant, of whom this film has already seen it and do not want to be fooled again. In the MainStream, in the good ones, which move the soldier, they are already ready to bury, to put dust and soil to cover the traces of a more obvious end of an episode of the Lady in Yellow. There is only one difference: in this B-Movie murderess and murder are always the same. Then we go home and pass each other100 brush strokes before going to sleep 'to cleanse the conscience.

Three-Eight the years of Zlatan, yet one sentence is enough, a half word not dictated to light and ignite a strange, almost perverse fantasy, certainly out of logic, for this reason so terribly bewitching as the female protagonist of an Almodovar film. Waves on which a thought rests that perhaps acts as a punch with reason but that inflames the passion of those in the mind who have the eternal deeds of a warrior like few others. Just a sentence by Ancelotti that slips through the questions of curious reporters with a cryptic "Who can say …". Dreaming of Zlatan could be a bizarre obsession in the coming weeks, an icon to keep right in a corner of the desktop. But let's not close it completely …

Four as the fourth place in the league. In the overall picture there are lost points that he did not deserve to lose and the usual feeling of having collected less than he sowed. Panicked, like Fabri Fibra paired with Neffa, someone tried to tell a disastrous situation, a ship adrift now ready to lower its flag to be overcome by chaos. Nothing more false. The Naples remains coherent, with its defects, its imperfections still to be healed, but with a basic quality that if oriented in the right direction can still tell beautiful stories.

Five plus five: finally the convention that gives a pinch of stability to a more stormy relationship than the one with Brooke of Beautiful with the concept of loyalty. The San Paolo is a house renewed in colors, in chords, in the warmth that is once again becoming an important factor for the fate of this team. A heritage of all, to be respected, defended, to be cuddled even against 500 goats that travel 700 kilometers to qualify with phrases like "We have a dream in our hearts, burning the south". W the South. Always South. However South.

You are Lorenzo Insigne because it has been a complicated week, because certain words do not leave you indifferent. Some wounds need more time, the most effective platelets are the time that passes, the affection that returns, a turn of the field, a virtual embrace. Lorenzo finds himself at the San Paolo changing position and questioning again all that had been said. Lorenzo was perhaps lost in the labels, in a band stuck to his arm that seems to weigh too much on his legs and soul. Lorenzo was intuition, illumination, unkempt champion who found his highest expression in extemporaneousness. It was Ritchie Blackmore who made love with his guitar for the Smoke on The Water riff, but of that electrifying sound seemed to remain only the Smoke that fades away at the memory. The assist for Milik's goal, commitment and smile after the change are a good start. Now stay on this road.

I can't see seven of Fabian Ruiz. There is all the delicacy of an illumination that rises from waters blessed by the lord of the balloon, which flows from inside the chest as a sacred source, which is born of a clearly superior genetics. A paradigm that tells the story of a footballer's companies destined to do different things, even when there is a need to merge the simplicity of a passage with the right time, trusting intuition. It remains a light image of a nineteenth-century knight who moves on the field without making too much noise, but engraving more than one scalpel in the trembling flesh of the game.

Otto at the Casa degli Specchi, which sends balloons back as if they were reflected images. Meret between the posts increasingly takes on the appearance of a Totem, welcomes and fulfills desires more than Avatar's Tree of Life, a constantly increasing ramification in contrast with the heinous crime of deforestation. Alex is everywhere, is in the folds of a race that could take on a horrible face without its ubiquity in the service of the purpose. He is not satisfied with only one parade, but he divided himself like the Holy Spirit into three to repulse the Scaliger offensives in the same action. They Call Me Trinity. Holy Trinity.

Nine to goals from number nine. Wonderful tautology that seems to explain nothing and instead explains everything. The return to Milik's network has a double taste that goes beyond the liberating act. It is a technical novelty, a dip in the past of Arek that in certain disputes seemed to no longer want to enter. Against Verona he scored two goals of pure instinct, of Czech fury, of ravenous desire. Without putting too much poetry, pointing to the substance that also becomes a wonderful form once the goal is achieved. Finalizer purpose, everything that this Naples has always asked him. Everything that this Naples would need tremendously. In the new beginnings there is always a bright glow, a hope that blinds you. Arek is the player who has already lived so many lives, that he can't deny him a new opportunity. A time shift that projects him onto a road with still asphalt to grind under his feet. Now show that you want to take the full brunt of this attack. And to have broad shoulders to do it.

Ten races played in the season: 6 wins, 2 draws and 2 defeats. Small budget that leaves the time it finds, but that allows us to analyze the situation with detachment. The bitterness of Turin remains, as does the snatch of Cagliari and that absurd equal with Genk. Encouraging signs emerge, like a Manolas, as precise as a tax collector who knocks on your door and leaves you no way out. It has the appearance of a green sachet that makes your legs tremble and becomes angry it becomes even greener to the point of assuming the appearance of the incredible Hulk. An Allan can be glimpsed fighting with the disagreement of wanting to return what he was and the fear of not being able to be one again, but the will seems renewed. Small signs of growth scattered here and there, positivity that should be cultivated and harvested against those who have only seeds of hatred in their pockets that no water needs to be given. Now the Salzburg and no one try to move back a millimeter. It's time for evolution.

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