Bolognese style

Scariolo was coming, and in this sport one of the basic rules is "respect Scariolo, whatever team he coaches." 29 points in the third quarter.

Against, I mean. And 2-12 in the beginning of the fourth quarter. Rowing, I spend the day rowing. And the neighbors meanwhile... they go to the Europa League (the one who doesn't find comfort in Alaska is because he doesn't want to)

It had been 2 decades since we faced Bologna, and they leave a magnificent image. Thanks of their coach, teacher of Chus Mateo in the past, strategist without equal, master of basketball. Scarioro, oro meaning gold, I think the newspaper headlined in the summer. Adjectives everywhere.

And also is everywhere the aroma that we are not here, we are not here yet. It is not the case of Deck, again the best. But it's in general, with poor shooting percentages. Even Musa was turned off. And Llull is a lazy version without self-confidence, plus the hangover he generates with it. Rudy is missing there. And watch out, it's not just a bad wrist, but the arm in front of you. Nor will this paragraph miss the implicit mention of the rival coach. It is clear that he knows us well.

Playing with fire, already to a high degree, we came back to life with 3 minutes to go, with the Tortoise taking center stage, a triple by Hezonja that put us very, very close... but Teodosic's arm did not tremble, and miracles are miracles.

Defeat and doubts.

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