Poor old Italy. Saved their best till last. Given the crap they'd served up thus far, that wasn't saying much, but they outplayed the Haggis Munchers, who never threatened the try line, continuing their love affair with mediocrity. Italy paid the price for poor discipline - yes, they were, yet again, skippered from the sin bin for ten minutes - and the Haggis Munchers kicked every penalty that came their way. Even then, Italy should have won but an easy penalty kick, missed, sank them.
All my commentaries via Sky Italy are in Italian. Good for improving my Italian. But you've heard nothing in the way of commentary till you've heard Italian commentators calling an Italian match. Particularly one as important as this one. To put it mildly, objectivity disappears out the commentary box window. But, somehow, because of the sheer passion, it's forgivable in ways that other biased commentaries aren't.
Alesandro Troncon, retiring, was in tears at the end of the match. One of the commentators also broke down.
That's Italy. That's what I love about the place.
All my commentaries via Sky Italy are in Italian. Good for improving my Italian. But you've heard nothing in the way of commentary till you've heard Italian commentators calling an Italian match. Particularly one as important as this one. To put it mildly, objectivity disappears out the commentary box window. But, somehow, because of the sheer passion, it's forgivable in ways that other biased commentaries aren't.
Alesandro Troncon, retiring, was in tears at the end of the match. One of the commentators also broke down.
That's Italy. That's what I love about the place.
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