My first ever series on this blog followed the adventures of Gianluigi Lucarelli as he took charge of his hometown side, A.S. Livorno. It’s written in a mixed style of fiction and analysis, with all the typical errors of a rookie blogger. However, it was cut short, the reasons for which I’ve explored in this post.
After the match the dressing room was quiet as a grave. “Can’t say I’m not dissapointed”, Gianluigi said, “but that’s not important now”. He stared at his players. “All of you know, this was a huge chance. We were there, it was within our reach, ready to be grasped, and we were close…heck, we mightContinue reading “Chapter 5 – Some kind of happiness is measured out in wins”
Gianluigi looked across the window, his gaze lost into the darkness outside; a silent rain fell, parsimoniously, like it could go on forever and ever. In his head, a puzzle he struggled to put together, a set of pieces that could only ever match if one could cut them to the right shape. The enignma,Continue reading “Chapter 4 – That’s not the shape of my heart”
The whistle blow came like a relief to all. The home fans roared like lions let out of cage, driven by a madness of joy and hope. For everyone else, it was a much needed break; like a boxer who’s barely survived the round, the away fans crawled back to their corner in pain, andContinue reading “Chapter 3 – You know, it’s not so bad when you get used to it…”
Gianluigi woke up, almost jumping out of his bed. Cold sweat ran down his back. Everything was quiet, only his agitated breathing cut the silence. He realized was in his room; “It was all a dream” he said to himself. It seemed so real though; the boos from the fans, Don Aldo’s frown as heContinue reading “Chapter 2 – This cruel mistress of ours”
On the pitch the air was cold. Thunder rumbled, like a giant moaning far, far away. Gianluigi took it all in; the rain, the wind, the storm. “You only ever get one first match”, he thought. He was bluffing. He did not care. But he was more nervous than he had ever been, so makingContinue reading “Chapter 1 – In the beginning”
He hung up the phone and sat down on his bed “What did they said?”, asked his grandmother. She had been listening all the time, hidden behind the door threshold. “I…I got it”, he replied. “Bravo, ragazzo mio!” Gianluigi looked at the wrinkled face of his nonna; the sweet smile, the gentle eyes, the curlyContinue reading “Introduction – Più che calcio”