#reggiolo

[forumelettrico]

La stazione di ricarica per veicoli elettrici Be Charge da 22 kW situata a Reggiolo RE: in una zona residenziale, accanto alla casetta dell'acqua e ad una quindicina di minuti a piedi dal centro storico https://www.forumelettrico.it/forum/colonnina-be-charge-22-kw-reggiolo-re-viale-giovanni-paisiello-48-t35018.html #reggioemilia #reggiolo #becharge

[nemolfc]

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 - 𝐱𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

(𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭)

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬, (𝐨𝐫 … 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐱𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨)

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦*𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!! (𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 … 𝐛𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜.)

Her life was quite unique from the very beginning, growing up in Reggiolo as the youngest daughter of Carlo Ancelotti propelled her into greatness from a very young age ...

Her oldest sibling Katia was a communications manager for a popular company in Milan, her second oldest Davide worked closely with her father after he transitioned into management, she on the other hand had opted to venture into music, training quite vigorously ever since she was young, the training had paid off as following her graduation from university in which she had recieved a degree in business-management as well as a minor in communications.

She decided to dedicate her time and focus onto music, and what started as quite a bumpy path given the nepotism accusations coupled with the negativity she consistently recieved online ultimately lead to a thriving career as a fully established pop vocalist at just twenty years old with two successful albums behind her.

However, asides from music, she adored football as it had been the common ground which strengthened her relationship with her father, she'd consistently attend every game he managed in every club he ever went to, however when it came to her personal preference, it was that of the Merseyside club, Liverpool.

At first, she could not exactly pinpoint why she was so drawn to the club -it was only two months into following the club that she realized why she was drawn to them- it was the very moment, her youthful eyes landed on him and then, everything changed ...

Initially she'd chalked it up to a sense of admiration, she loved his style of play, had worn his jersey to every home and away game, cheering him on as much as she could, she'd even gotten his autograph on the jersey, a fond memory she kept to herself, hidden from everyone around her, however as time went on and she continued to follow his career, she knew that what she felt spanned further than admiration, and it wasn't until she learned of her father's transfer from Paris Saint Germain to Real Madrid, just how intense her feelings were to noneother than Xabier Alonso.

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It'd been a year since her father became the manager of Real Madrid, six months since Xabi had made the shift from the Merseyside champions to Los Blancos, and Y/N was definitely thrilled to be able to watch him play whenever she could, along with supporting her father, after having relocated from London to Madrid to broaden her musical horizon.

Carlo, was beyond thrilled -he'd always had a soft spot for Y/N- yes, he loved all of his children equally, however his youngest was the closest due to how eager she was to understand the world of football and in turn, he supported her creative and artistic musical venture, making sure to boast about her every chance he can get -and that's what ultimately lead to his newest player becoming fascinated with his youngest- furthermore, leading to their very first encounter.

Real Madrid had won the Copa Del Rey following an impressive 7-0 bout with Sevilla, and to celebrate -Sergio had suggested a private night at the club full of drinks and a vibrant atmosphere- that night had coincided with Y/N's twenty first birthday, and whilst the team were at the private booth with their significant others downing drinks and chatting amongst one another, he on the other hand seemed far more invested in a particular and alluring sight right across from the booth.

Another booth was occupied by a group of young girls, and amongst one of them was her, he'd recognized her almost immediately -however what drew his attention further, was the ruby red spaghetti strapped dress she had that left nothing to the imagination, coupled with her beautiful hair curled to perfection as well as her makeup and the stunning heels had served to attract him almost instantly, foregoing the obvious fact that he was a decade older than her, and she just so happened to be the daughter of his coach.

Sergio, who was initially chatting with Ricardo had noticed his fellow Spaniard's gaze, he followed his gaze to the booth across from theirs, his brows shooting up in amusement, "Xabi, hermano ..." he chuckled, "Y/N?"

"Huh?" replied Xabi, realizing he'd been caught, he brushed it off and chuckled, "I was just shocked to see her, that's all ..."

"It's her birthday," Sergio replied, "Overheard the gaffer talking to her before the match the day before!"

"Ah! ..." Xabi nods, "It makes sense."

Sergio looked at him for a moment before he asked, "You like her, don't you?"

"No." Xabi replied quickly.

Sergio laughs, "You fucking liar, you are crushing on her ..."

"I'm not," he replies with a defensive tone, before releasing a groan of frustration. "Ok, maybe I do ... but it's not like I'm going to chase her, I won't risk my spot on the team."

"I hear you ..." Sergio chuckles before adding, "Though I won't blame you if you do end up with her, you guys are kind of similar, passionate about your careers, the whole nine yards."

Xabi seemed too focused on Y/N to even pay attention to what Sergio was saying, and it was when Y/N had excused herself to go to the restrooms that he said, "I'm gonna go!"

Sergio frowns, "Where?"

"I'll be right back ..." Xabi states as he stands up, and walks towards the restrooms, right around the time she steps out and bumps into him.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry ..." she said softly before her eyes locked on his, they widened in recognition, "Xabi?"

"Yeah, and you're Y/N?" he replied with a gentle tone.

"The one and only ..." she chuckles before adding with a nervous tone, "I should add though that I'm a big fan of yours ..."

"You are?" he asks, surprised by her statement.

"Uh huh ... I mean, you can imagine how excited I was when I learned that you'd be managed by my dad," she giggles.

"That's flattering, to have the talented Y/N as my fan ..." he admits with a soft smile.

"Um ... I gotta go, but I'll see you around!" she said softly, before adding. "Congratulations on your win, that goal was pretty amazing!"

He smiles, "Thank you."

"Bye," she waved.

"Bye," he waved.

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Another year rolls around, and Xabi had settled into his new team quite seamlessly -beloved by the fans, his teammates and Carlo- however the latter was a double edged sword, because as much as he admired the Italian manager, he felt a sense of dread each time he recieved a text message or a call from her ...

Whilst Carlo regarded him as a consistent starter for each match, the fact of the matter is he knew that his chances were on thin ice given his secretive friendship with his manager's twenty one year old daughter, a friendship that he now identifies as a full fledged relationship, at least on his end ...

Xabi had grown so fond of her, her bubbly persona, professionalism when it came to her career and the love she gives beyond her music, volunteering to help charities, donating to hospitals, he knew he was hooked the minute he had heard her sing yet now, he was completely and utterly hers, and he wasn't ashamed to admit it, a few of his teammates had picked up on the stolen looks he'd give Y/N whenever she was in attendance, Sergio had warned him to be extra careful and he was, to an extent.

One afternoon, on a rare free day, he asks her to meet him at the park -an odd request given that they usually spend time either at his house or hers, depending on the day- however, he had other plans as he brought along a small basket full of treats and a picnic blanket, setting things up under one of the trees, he waited for about forty five minutes until he spotted her walking towards him; it was then, he realized that no matter how many times he saw her, he fell in love, again and again as her charm and kindness radiated through her eyes.

"Xabi!" she exclaims with a soft look, "What's all of this?" she gestured to the picnic basket.

His cheeks flush, and he answers with a shy tone. "This is um ... our first date!"

"Our what?" she retorts in surprise.

"Our first date ... I know, the classical thing is I have to ask you out first but you're Carlo Ancelotti's daughter ..." he states, gulping nervously. "His youngest daughter, and that alone freaked me out so I thought being friends with you would help suppress my feelings for you but they never went away, and I know I'm potentially gonna lose my spot for this, but to hell with it! I can't hold back, I want to explore this, this thing between us, because I know I'll regret it, if I don't."

To say that Y/N was stunned would be an understatement, to her belief, she always thought her crush was unrequited and in a way she was content with it, to love him from afar and be his friend -however, to hear him declare his feelings had definitely managed to sway her into replying- "You do know if my dad finds out, you'll probably be benched for the whole season!"

He chuckles, "I'm willing to take my chances."

Y/N proceeded to sit down and say, "Let's get our first date then," she giggles. "I must add that you are attentive ..."

"How so?" he asks, handing her one of the sandwiches he made whilst he poured her a glass of orange juice.

"My ideal first date was always a picnic, so you either stalked one of my interviews or you guessed it on the fly!" she retorts playfully.

"The first ..." he admits with a blush.

She laughs, before retorting. "Remember our first encounter?"

"Yeah, a year ago at the club ... why?" he asks with a confused tone.

"That wasn't our first encounter ..." she chuckles softly. "Our first encounter happened when um ... during your first season in Liverpool, I was thirteen, and my mom took me to one of your first matches, against Manchester United, I stood excited after you guys won and you signed my jersey," she said before adding. "I know it's stalker-ish, but yeah ..."

"Woah ..." he grows silent before his eyes widen, "You mean we met way before."

"Uh huh ..." she nods, "I told you ... I'm a big fan!" she whispers plaufully.

"Well I am still flattered that I have an adorable stalker!" he grins.

A wave of comfortable silence falls between them before she asks, "Xabi?"

"Yeah?" he replies, looking at her.

"You're not ... uncomfortable with our age gap ..." she asks with a hesitant tone. "Right?"

"To be honest, it's a double edged sword, there's going to be a lot of criticism if it goes public, half because of the age gap and the other half because of your father, they'll say I'm dating you to get on his good graces, or worse ... guarantee my spot on the team," he sighs softly before taking a hold of her hand. "I'm willing to take the risk."

Y/N smiled widely before leaning over to press a gentle kiss on his lips. "Then I'm yours!" she whispers.

His face lights up in response, "As am I ..."

It wasn't easy by any means, maintaining a private relationship away from the prying eyes of the public as well as the paparazzi, their meet ups were private as well, mostly in secluded areas or if they're lucky, their houses -as far as the world knew, she was the apple of her father's eye, a beloved singer whilst he was the glue that held the team's midfield together- the consequences of such an affair loomed on top of them, prompting them to be quite careful about how they should handle the pressure of a relationship of this magnitude, and he firmly believed he was able to hide it for a while, until ...

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To say it was pure torture to see her standing near her father would be an understatement, she looked absolutely gorgeous in her leggings and oversized t-shirt coupled with the cap was enough to send blood rushing straight to his cock resulting in a groan of frustration to escape him ... Sergio, who noticed his expression leaned over and jokingly said, "Careful not to explode in front of the boss or your Juliet!"

Xabi shot him a deadly glare before his gaze trailed back to her and he noticed her smiling his way which elicited a subtle smile from him, that faded when he noticed Carlo looking his way ... I have to stop or else I'm going to be punished, he reminds himself.

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"Xabi seems to settle in nicely ..." Y/N remarks.

"He is ... his performance in the last few games has been impressive!" Carlo nods before adding, "He's definitely going to start in the upcoming fixture against Inter Milan!"

"He's also cute ..." she murmurs.

"Y/N!" Carlo exclaimed sternly.

"What?" she retorts, "It's not like I lied ..."

"Don't even think about it ..." was all he said before shifting his focus back to training.

Too late ..., Y/N thought to herself as she decided to enter back into the training center.

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Y/N was confused by the text message Xabi had sent her stating that they needed to speak and that it was an emergency, they'd both agreed not to speak to one another whenever she paid her father a visit yet Xabi had insisted, stating that he was hiding in one of the storage closets, "Xabi?" she calls out once she spots the closet in question with the ajar door. "Xa-Oh!" she was immediately dragged in and the door was shut behind her, "Xabi ..." she whispers.

He locks the door then turns to her, "I couldn't wait," he grumbles, wrapping one arm around her waist, and the other around her shoulder to pull her in for a kiss. "You looked so beautiful out there!" he whispers hotly before pressing his lips entirely over hers.

She was stunned for a brief moment before melting almost instantly in his embrace, he gently pushed her up against the wall, hoisting her up so that she'd wrap her legs around his torso. "You do realize we're at risk of being caught," she whispers, a soft moan escapes her lips when his lips descend down to the column of her thorat.

"I know ... but you don't understand," he murmurs, his hand slipping inside her t-shirt, crawling up to cup her breasts through her bra and when he felt the lace, a low groan escapes him. "You tease, you're wearing the red lace bra, aren't you?"

"Yeah ..." she replied breathessly, whining when he squeezed her left breast. "Fuck."

"You're so sexy," he moaned in her ear, hiking her shirt up to press featherlight kisses over the top of her breasts, "And you're all mine," he lowered her bra cups to take one of her nipples in his mouth while his index finger and thumb toyed with the other, eliciting the sweetest of sounds from her.

"Fuck ..." she whines quietly.

His lips trail back up to her neck, her jawline, her cheek then her lips as he whispered, with a teasing tone. "How do you think your dad will react if he finds out his precious princess fucked out of her mind until she could only remember my name?" a grin appears across his lips upon noticing her expression. "Oh Querida, look at you, so beautiful!" he murmurs.

He sets her down then hikes her leggings down to her ankles, pushes her panties to the side, pressing his thumb over her clit to tease her, "Let them hear you, let them all hear you so they'd know who's making you feel good."

"Xabi!" the young female whines, "Please."

He slips his hand inside of his shorts, then boxers to pull out his cock, pumping himself before he slowly pushed his cock into her pussy drawing out the softest cry from her, "There we go," he groans, "Moan for me, moan for me ..."

"Xabi!" Y/N moans, "Fuck ..."

"Your dad would kill me ..." he slams his hips against her own, "His little girl and his player, I'll be done but you know what?" he paused, gently nibbling down on her neck. "You're worth it, so fucking worth it."

"Oh ..." she whines, "Shut up and fuck me."

Xabi grins, "You don't have to tell me twice."

He hoists her up slightly, and begins to move his hips against hers, grunting with each thrust, "There we go, such a good girl taking my cock inside her tight pussy," he praised her, whispering hotly in her ear. "Tell me, do you love it?" he growls, "Do you love feeling my cock deep in your slick tight pussy?"

"Yes .. yes ... OH FUCK YES!" Y/N whines, pulling him closer to her, "Harder!" she cried softly.

His thrusts increased rapidly, "I'm gonna cum ..." he whispers in her ear, "You're going to let me cum in you querida, you're gonna be a good girl and let me cum in you."

"Please ..." Y/N moans, "Please ... please ... please ..."

With one last sharp thrust, his cock twitches and he releases a surge of warmth inside of her followed shortly by her pussy clenching around his cock as they both rode off the waves of their orgasm, "Oh god!" she sighs.

Xabi pulls her in for a kiss before murmuring, "You gotta admit this was hot, ..." he chuckles, "Sex in the storage closet."

"Yeah," she giggles.

Suddenly, they hear ...

"Xabi! ... Xabi!"

The pair quickly redress, and Y/N whispers. "You have to go ... I'll walk out a few minutes after once the coast is clear."

"No, I'm not leaving you ... what if it's the boss?" he whisper shouts.

The sounds grows closer, "Xabi, hermano ...?"

"That's not my dad, that's Sergio ..." Y/N replies, "Let's go out, he already knows we're together."

Xabi sighs softly, "Ok ... let's do that!"

The pair bravely step out of the storage room only to be faced with not just Sergio but indeed, her father as well, "Oh boy!" Xabi whispers under his breath.

Carlo looks between his daughter and Xabi, then looks at Sergio. "What uh ... what's this?"

"Boss, I think it's best if ... they explain!" Sergio said, before excusing himself and leaving the trio standing there in an eerie silence.

"So?" Carlo broke the silence with a stern yet calm tone.

"We can explain ..." Y/N blurts out before growing quiet under her dad's stern stare.

"How long?" Carlo asks calmly.

"A year and ten months." Xabi replies quickly.

"Aha ... so for a year and ten months, you've been decieving my daughter." Carlo deduced, nodding slowly.

"Dad ..." Y/N groans, "He wasn't decieving me, I was the one who fell in love first and you know that."

"That does not change the fact that this relationship is immoral sweetheart, he's ten years older than you." Carlo interjects.

"I'm not a child, I'm almost twenty two." Y/N rolls her eyes, "And besides, Xabi and I are in love."

"In love? after almost two years ..." Carlo retorts incredulously, "Absolutely not, I don't approve of this."

"Sir ... If I may?" Xabi began.

"Shut up ..." Carlo growls.

"Dad!"

"Sir, with all due respect ... I'm going to ask you to listen," Xabi seemed to stand his ground as he continued, "I love your daughter, and you're right, she's ten years younger than me, she could have anyone in the world but she chose me, and I'll ever question why she did just that, however what I can also do, is cherish her, love her, take care of her every need, make sure that she's always happy, because to me, she's more than just your daughter, she's my person, she's my ..." he paused, interlocking his digits with her, "My soulmate."

Her heart softened at Xabi's sweet declaration, she then turned to her father. "Dad I love you, and I will always love you, you're the first man I have ever loved," she sighs, "But I love him, and there's nothing you can do about it, I am standing my ground."

Carlo grew silent for what seemed like an eternity before he said, "Are one hundred per cent committed towards my little girl?"

"Yes, for the rest of my life." Xabi said with a soft tone.

"Then you do realize that while you have managed to charm my daughter, it will take a lot more than that to impress me, football skills aside ..." Carlo states before narrowing his eyes at him, "If you hurt her, break her heart or subject her to anything painful, trust me when I say that you can kiss your football career goodbye."

He knew better than to call bluff on it, Carlo was and still is protective of Y/N. "I understand and I give you my word, ... I will protect Y/N with my life."

"Very well ..." Carlo said then added, "Training's back in fifteen minutes!"

"Ok ..." he breathed out a sigh of relief.

Carlo walked away, however midstep he said. "Hey Xabi?"

"Yeah boss!" Xabi replied.

"Fix your shorts ..."

Xabi scrambled upon the realization that his shorts weren't fixed properly, "Shit!"

Y/N remained silent for a brief moment before she said, "Well that could have gone worse."

"Really?" Xabi arched a brow at her remark, "Your father almost saw my cock and that's what you say."

"He could have found us having sex!" Y/N giggles.

"You are unbelievable," Xabi pulled her in for a kiss.

She happily kissed him back, "At least now it's all out in the open ..." she trails off before teasingly adding. "Daddy."

He grunts, "You do realize I'm going to be rock hard once again."

"Well ..." she grins, "That's why god created your right hand," she leaned over and kissed his cheek, "I'll see you later."

Xabi watched her walk away, letting out a soft sight, she is going to be the death of me.

[abr]

Per "calcio relazionale" si intende un modo di giocare a calcio agli antipodi rispetto al gioco di posizione, stile di gioco nato dal genio di Pep Guardiola, che trasse ispirazione dal calcio totale di Rinus Michels e che ha spopolato in Europa negli anni '10.

Possiamo dire che se il gioco "posizionale" cerca di eliminare il caos tramite strutture fisse e movimenti codificati da assegnare a ciascun giocatore in base alla posizione che ricopre in campo, il calcio relazionale, al contrario, cerca di controllare (non eliminare) il caos usando una struttura di gioco fluida, in continuo mutamento, basata sull'imprevedibilità, generata da connessioni dinamiche tra i giocatori. Relazioni, appunto.

(...) Una caratteristica di tutte le squadre relazioniste è l'asimmetria dovuta all'assembramento della squadra in prossimità del portatore di palla, che porta a una situazione di gioco chiamata tilting, ossia la presenza di gran parte della squadra su una fascia, cosa che crea le possibilità di far nascere interazioni dinamiche veloci tra i giocatori. Quando la difesa avversaria riesce a coprirsi bene, mentre Guardiola direbbe di fare un cambio di gioco, Diniz dice invece di fare uno yo-yo: passare la palla al centro per poi ridarla sulla stessa fascia, fino a trovare il varco giusto.

E se la palla viene persa? In quel caso si sfrutta la presenza di molti giocatori in quella zona di campo per soffocare sul nascere un possibile contropiede, anche avvantaggiandosi della vicinanza della linea laterale. La vicinanza tra i giocatori causata dal tilting crea la possibilità di far nascere altre situazioni di gioco tipiche del calcio relazionale, come ad esempio una tabela, ossia ciò che noi definiremmo una triangolazione, oppure un'escadinha o "scaletta", vale a dire una disposizione in diagonale dei giocatori in varie altezze del campo per poter sviluppare il possesso da un gradino all'altro della scala, magari anche saltandone qualcuno tramite un corta luz, cioè un velo.

(In Brasile chi più di tutti sta innovando è senza dubbio Fernando Diniz, allenatore del Fluminense da poco laureatosi campione del Sudamerica). In Europa il ricorso al calcio relazionale sta avvenendo come contromisura al predominio del gioco di posizione, il cui successo è giunto all'apice. (...) Una su tutte il Napoli di Spalletti, che l'anno scorso ha vinto lo Scudetto giocando con una struttura di gioco molto fluida, capace di valorizzare al meglio le caratteristiche di Kvaratskhelia e Osimhen. (...)

Ma la squadra che ha proposto questo tipo di calcio più ad alti livelli è senza dubbio il Real Madrid di Carlo Ancelotti, che tramite un sistema di gioco fortemente relazionale sta valorizzando al meglio il talento dei brasiliani Vinicius e Rodrygo. Quest'ultimo in particolare sta diventando sempre più centrale nel calcio relazionale dei Blancos, tanto che molti in Brasile lo vedono come il legittimo numero 10 della Seleçao. "Non è uno specialista di una posizione, ma del calcio offensivo". ha detto Ancelotti su di lui.

Queste parole di Ancelotti sono state viste come snob e superficiali, ma non erano altro che un manifesto del calcio relazionale che sta applicando a Madrid. La prossima volta che vi diranno che il tecnico di Reggiolo è solo un gestore di campioni, ridetegli in faccia.

Tra le tante altre squadre europee che hanno utilizzato questo stile di gioco merita una menzione il Malmö di Henrik Rydstrom, laureatosi campione di Svezia. Ma anche l'Argentina di Scaloni usa un sistema di gioco relazionale, che ha senza dubbio contribuito alla vittoria del Mondiale 2022. E forse non è un caso che il Real Madrid stia valutando proprio lui come possibile successore di Ancelotti.

Uno degli sviluppi a cui sta portando la diffusione a macchia d'olio del calcio relazionale è la progressiva scomparsa dei ruoli fissi: ormai i calciatori possono e devono interpretare più ruoli diversi durante la stessa partita. Si fan tornare protagonisti i giocatori (ricorda molto il gioco NBA nel basket, un tempo tutto schemi fissi, ora tutto giochi a due a tre tra "quelli bravi", mai uno solo, ndr), evitando di rinchiuderli in posizioni fisse ma piuttosto modellando un sistema di gioco ad hoc per loro, che dunque varierà da squadra a squadra. Probabilmente nel futuro si parlerà sempre meno di allenatori e sempre più di calciatori (come appunto nella NBA, ndr).

Quel che è certo è che la rivoluzione del gioco di posizione ha superato il suo apice e si sta avviando verso una parabola discendente, e dunque non ci resta che scoprire se e come riuscirà ad adattarsi alle nuove innovazioni tattiche che il mondo del calcio sta proponendo.

Chiudo citando tutte le fonti da cui ho attinto per comporre questo thread.

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POST CLAMOROSO, se ne sopporta bene la lunghezza; davvero "scientifico" con tanto di elenco fonti - di Don Friedkin, via https://twitter.com/Don_Friedkin/status/1733126146055602613

La spinta finale a pubblicarlo per la frase di, e soprattutto su, Ancelotti, che condividevo dentro di me anche prima di leggerla finalmente detta da un esperto.

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World Records!

The world's longest burp is 1 minute and 13 seconds and 57 milliseconds, achieved by Michele Forgione in 2009. Forgione, also known as Rutt Mysterio, set the record at the Hard Rock Beer festival's "Ruttosound" competition in Reggiolo, Italy.

Matthew McGrory (1973-2005) held the record for the longest toe on a person, with his big toe measuring 12.7 cm (5 in) long. His little toes were 3.81 cm (1.5 in) long,

This man from India grew his fingernails for 66 years, setting a Guinness World Record for the longest fingernails. His nails reached a total length of 909.6 centimeters. However, the weight of his nails caused physical challenges, including nerve damage and disfigurement of his fingers. (Look him up, he really do be looking disgusting, #no hate.)

Mudit holds the world record for the fastest recitation of the alphabet, reciting it in 1.63 seconds.

The world’s ugliest bug is Dobsonflies.

At 28, Lucky Diamond Rich got his first full-body suit of black ink, which he would later go over with a layer of white ink as well as multiple layers of color. – Most Tattooed Person Ever.

Superchicken: In 1984, Biellier created a "superchicken" hen that laid an egg every day for 448 days.

Sinister (2012) is considered by some to be the scariest movie of all time.

Jerome Abramovitch holds the Guinness World Record for the largest forehead inflation. Abramovitch is a Canadian who injects 250 ml (8.7 fl oz) of saline into his forehead as part of his performance art. He also injects 150 ml (5.2 fl oz) into his cheeks at the same time.

According to the latest edition of Guinness Book of World Records, which devotes a half-page to Josh, this mixed terrier from Glen Burnie has been petted 408,127 times.

4 millimeters * Challenge It! Albert Yung built a paper airplane that measures 4mm in length.

The world record for the longest beard on a living man is held by Sarwan Singh of Surrey, British Columbia, Canada, whose beard measures 8 ft 3 in (2.54 m).

-Love, Google. <3

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Ameglia (SP). Foto: William Domenichini. Fonte: Wikipedia Giovanni Rinaldi, nato a Reggiolo l’8 novembre 1911, squadrista della Brigata Nera

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Ameglia (SP). Foto: William Domenichini. Fonte: Wikipedia Giovanni Rinaldi, nato a Reggiolo l’8 novembre 1911, squadrista della Brigata Nera

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Ameglia (SP). Foto: William Domenichini. Fonte: Wikipedia Giovanni Rinaldi, nato a Reggiolo l’8 novembre 1911, squadrista della Brigata Nera

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ANNE ISABELLA GONZAGA // DUCHESS OF MANTUA & MONTFERRAT

“She was a Duchess consort of Mantua and Montferrat and heiress of the Duchy of Guastalla, including Luzzara and Reggiolo; married in 1671 to Ferdinando Carlo Gonzaga, Duke of Mantua and Montferrat. She was the regent of Mantua in the absence of her spouse in 1691-1692, and during the War of the Spanish Succession in 1702-1703.”

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Tras los pasos de Ancelotti en Reggiolo: "Viene de la tierra, por eso es tan humilde y trabajador" 

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Carlo Ancelotti: Il Maestro in Campo

Carlo Ancelotti, nato a Reggiolo il 10 giugno 1959, è un nome leggendario nel mondo del calcio, conosciuto ai più come uno degli allenatori più vincenti della storia. Ma prima di conquistare successi memorabili dalla panchina, Ancelotti ha calcato i campi da gioco come calciatore di alto livello, collezionando trofei e lasciando il segno nel ruolo di centrocampista. Gli esordi e la consacrazione a Roma La carriera di Ancelotti nel calcio ha avuto inizio nel Parma, la sua città natale. Esordisce in Serie C a soli 18 anni, dimostrando subito il suo talento e la sua duttilità. Nel 1979 viene acquistato dalla Roma, dove vive la sua consacrazione. Con i giallorossi vince lo scudetto nella stagione 1982-83, affermandosi come regista titolare e leader in campo. La sua visione di gioco, la capacità di intercettare e impostare l'azione, unite a un'eleganza tecnica sopraffina, lo rendono uno dei centrocampisti più completi del panorama italiano. Al Milan e la Nazionale Nel 1987 approda al Milan, dove raggiunge l'apice della sua carriera da calciatore. Con i rossoneri vince due Scudetti (1988 e 1992), due Coppe dei Campioni (1989 e 1990), due Coppe Intercontinentali (1989 e 1990) e due Supercoppe UEFA (1989 e 1990). Ancelotti si inserisce perfettamente nel centrocampo stellare del Milan di quegli anni, affiancando leggende come Baresi, Maldini, Gullit e Van Basten. Il suo contributo è fondamentale nella conquista di successi storici, che lo consacrano come uno dei calciatori più vincenti della sua generazione. Nazionale e ritiro Ancelotti ha vestito anche la maglia della Nazionale Italiana per 26 volte, collezionando una rete. Ha partecipato ai Mondiali del 1986 e 1990 e agli Europei del 1988. Si è ritirato dal calcio giocato nel 1992, dopo aver vinto il suo secondo Scudetto con il Milan. Un'eredità importante La carriera da calciatore di Carlo Ancelotti, pur se meno conosciuta rispetto ai suoi successi da allenatore, è stata ricca di soddisfazioni e trofei. La sua classe, la sua intelligenza tattica e la sua leadership lo hanno reso un punto di riferimento in campo, ispirando generazioni di calciatori. La sua figura rappresenta un esempio di come talento, dedizione e lavoro possano portare al raggiungimento dei più grandi obiettivi, sia da giocatore che da allenatore. Foto di copertina: DepositPhotos Read the full article

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Ancelotti, procura Madrid chiede 4 anni e 9 mesi di carcere per frode fiscale

Carlo Ancelotti (Reggiolo, 10 giugno 1959) è un allenatore di calcio ed ex calciatore italiano, di ruolo centrocampista, tecnico del Real Madrid articolo: https://www.repubblica.it/sport/calcio/esteri/2024/03/06/news/ancelotti_procura_madrid_frode_fiscale-422263148/?ref=RHLF-BG-P6-S1-T1 06 marzo 2024 Secondo la ‘Fiscalia’ il tecnico del Real avrebbe evaso circa un milione di euro dai proventi…

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La Colonnina Enel X Way da 22 kW situata presso la Scuola Carducci di Reggiolo RE: nel parcheggio della scuola scuola secondaria di I grado G. Carducci, dove si trova anche il circolo tennis e la palestra Urban https://www.forumelettrico.it/forum/colonnina-enel-x-way-22-kw-scuola-carducci-reggiolo-re-strada-alessandro-volta-26-t34764.html #reggiolo #reggioemilia #enelxway

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Maxi tamponamento in A22 a causa della nebbia, autostrada chiusa per 70 chilometri

Un maxi tamponamento, quasi certamente dovuto alla fitta nebbia, ha mandato in tilt l’A22. L��incidente sarebbe stato originato dallo scontro tra due tir all’altezza del km 293, tra Reggiolo e Carpi, coinvolgendo poi circa un centinaio di veicoli.Non si registrano morti, ma ci sono diversi feriti:  ad ora nessuno grave. I vigili del fuoco hanno estratto alcune persone rimaste intrappolate tra le…

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Re Carlo do Brasil

Il tecnico di Reggiolo dice sì. Dal 2024 sarà il nuovo selezionatore del Brasile

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Reggio Emilia, ciclista muore investito da auto in fuga: caccia al pirata della strada

DIRETTA TV 25 Giugno 2023 Loris Forghieri, operaio di Campagnola di 48 anni, è stato dichiarato morto nelle scorse ore nel reparto di Rianimazione dell’ospedale Maggiore di Parma. 1 CONDIVISIONI Immagine di repertorio È morto il ciclista di 48 anni travolto nel pomeriggio di sabato da un’auto pirata in viale Bandini a Reggiolo, nella Bassa reggiana. Troppo gravi le ferite riportate dallo…

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Carlo Ancelotti Born: June 10, 1959, Reggiolo, Italy Physique: Average Build Height: 5' 10" (1.78 m)

Carlo Ancelotti Cavaliere OMRI, Ufficiale OSI is an Italian professional football manager and former player who is the manager of La Liga club Real Madrid. Regarded as one of the greatest managers of all time, Ancelotti is the most decorated manager in UEFA Champions League history, having won the trophy a record four times as coach (twice with AC Milan and twice with Real Madrid).

Handsome, nice hair and nice lips. Again married (a standard for me), to a Canadian businesswoman and has two children from a previous marriage. He seems to win a lot of UEFA Championships, winning a record four times as coach. There isn't much else I can say about him other than he's good and I'd love to fuck him until we're both dried up husks.