Gazzetta on Saturday mornings with James Richardson reading papers in some cafe.
Sunday morning football with Luther Blissett barely audible, commentary by Gary Bloom or Peter Brackley.
And some of the best footballers in the world.
Back, l. t. r. Giuseppe Favalli, Alessandro Nesta, Pierluigi Casiraghi, Alessandro Grandoni, Paolo Negro, Luca Marchegiani; Front, l. t. r. Giorgio Venturin, Pavel Nedvĕd, Vladimir Jugović, Diego Fuser, Roberto Mancini.
Look at that line up. Seriously. And they won the league once in that period.
Parma. Brought this guy to Europe:
Another brilliant line up:
There were high hopes for this lad:
Have some effort shifting Balbo and Fonseca.
I don't care about his time in England. This lad was fucking magic for all the teams he played for at his peak:
Saw him do this 83 times in a Roma shirt:
And this lad, 200 times:
He may have been injured a lot but he still managed to do this 49 times in 68 games:
Then went back and did it again 9 more times in a different era in Serie A:
Forget the penalty miss and the injuries, even when he was at Brescia, he was still better than most people would give him credit for.
And the team that dominated it all?
Bunch of c*nts, mind.
Still loads of players I haven't mentioned.