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Chapter 9: Bigger clubs
We were destined to eternally struggle. It was a cold evening in the Abruzzo and the mood wasn't doing much to help. Days earlier, we had been on cloud nine after beating a strong Teramo side without our manager yet we then hosted the worst team in the league and lost. How could our defence play so stupidly? We had dominated throughout the whole game, but somehow, Scordella wasn't paying attention as the sun finally came through, and their striker was left to score. And predictably, Jaconi was not happy.
Jaconi was even worse than 'not happy'. He was furious, maybe even worse than that. And the dressing room talk wasn't doing much to help him out, as two players were almost looking to cause trouble, and they were Eugenio Taddei, the bright young striker, and Armando Ruffini, the long serving midfielder. They were not content with the defeat to Pontevedera, and they told Jaconi so. Ruffini approached Jaconi first.
Err, Signore, io credo di poter fare di meglio. Boss, I believe I can do better than this. Osvalo raised his shoulders and motioned his hand, a classic Jaconian gesture. Armando simply sighed and walked back to his space in the changing rooms.
Taddei however, would not be waved away so easily.
Voglio lasciare il club. Jaconi rolled his eyes before launching a strong stare at Eugenio. He repeated himself.
Voglio lasciare il club. Jaconi was getting frustrated. He glared at Taddei, but he wasn't put off. He explained his reasoning in a complex and detailed manner, with too much local dialect for me to properly understand. But I did understand Jaconi's response.
Prendi il cazzo fuori dalla mia fottuta vista, coglione! The words made no sense to me, but the tone of voice sent the whole message.
Di Sorbo didn't need to go anywhere 
