#trapattoni

[fuckthevar]

il tweet precedente mi ha fatto ricordare la Juve del #Trap, una Juve che ha vinto tutto quello che c'era da vincere, tutte le coppe, vari scudetti: chissà che si direbbe oggi di un uomo che proponeva un calcio sanguigno, arcigno, ma distante dai gusti dei puristi da PlayStation

[philoflore]

❤️ Scenario: Vee asks you to make a bed of roses to bed her on, how do you react?

"Roses? Not daisies?" Francesco can think of another woman who would enjoy roses on her bed. "If that was what she desired, I suppose I couldn't refuse but then I would have to pick a variety that produces no thorns since I doubt she'd be fond of the sensation."

@vievieveda

[albumdellefigurine]

[yotobi]

[pixelpluto]

Im Comic von Sascha Dreier "Die Bayern-Story" ist sogar die berühmte Rede von Trapattoni von 1998 in voller Länge abgedruckt 😄⚽💬🖋️

[wxrricks]

"I do, I serve tea," he grinned. "Glamorous, isn't it?" He spoke with an airy laugh, comforted at the close proximity. In another life, when his mind was sound and whole, he had started to assume he was something of a... flirt, perhaps, given how eager he was, how comfortable he was this dynamic. No nerves at all. Blinded by his own desire, he couldn't sense how they other was feeling, but how he kissed him, he felt his company was more than welcome.

"And the morning," he repeated with an eager grin. Now Tennyson kissed him back with a bit more energy behind it, holding onto Francesco's hips and pushed his into the other's body. He didn't want to be too rushed, not wanting to scare the other away or make him believe this was all he wanted. Given his predicament of nourishment, that was priority, but everything else would be a welcome perk.

"You do?" This would usually be when someone elaborated on the matter but not that man. Secrecy could be seen as suspicious in other circumstances, but Francesco, as oblivious as he could be, could not misinterpret why one might wish to be discrete given the context. He could have asked him to elaborate, but when the other smiled at him, and stood so close to him, Francesco found that he did not care at all to find out what he did. He could have been a butcher, an executioner or a charlatan for all he cared. Inebriated as he was, his inclinations toward seeing that his carnal needs be satisfied gave him enough insight on whether someone desired the very same thing. What would have been a perfectly innocent reason to stand nearly on his toes, to breathe against his cheek, if not for Francesco to be a welcoming host and turn his head just enough for lips to graze one another, with timid tenderness and hesitance. "I suppose I can keep you company for the evening," he said, in a murmur, his hands reaching for the man's sides to pull him closer, "and the morning too."

[et3rnauta]

Se avete cinque minuti, leggete fino alla fine questo articolo. Astutillo Malgioglio, per gli amici Tito, era il portiere di riserva dell’Inter di Trapattoni, quella dello scudetto dei record. Nel 1987 lo andai ad intervistare per Il Giorno, il quotidiano per cui allora lavoravo, a Piacenza. Avevo saputo che Malgioglio, allora 29enne, aveva aperto vicino a casa una palestra per la rieducazione motoria dei bambini cerebrolesi; aveva chiamato la struttura ERA 77 (acronimo di Elena, il nome della figlia nata appunto nel 1977, di Raffaella, la moglie, e di Astutillo) e coadiuvato dalla moglie prestava questo servizio gratuitamente mettendo a disposizione tutto il suo tempo libero. Per questa intervista vinsi un premio a Como, che mi venne consegnato da Pierluigi Marzorati, il campione della Pallacanestro Cantù, somma che girai immediatamente all’Unicef. Malgioglio mi raccontò cose bellissime e bruttissime. Cose vere. Mi raccontò che stava facendo tutto questo da 7-8 anni ma a fari spenti, quasi in incognito: perché non era buona cosa, per come andavano le cose nel mondo del pallone, che un calciatore professionista si distraesse con pensieri (o attività) inutili o bizzarre come, appunto, aiutare il prossimo. A meno di non incontrare sulla propria strada due persone come Nils Liedholm e Sven Goran Eriksson, come capitò a Tito nei due anni alla Roma dall’83 all’85, che convinsero Dino Viola a mettere a disposizione di Malgioglio, nel tempo libero, la palestra di Trigoria, per permettergli di fare anche a Roma quel che aveva cominciato a fare a Piacenza. Mi raccontò che l’Associazione Calciatori, sul suo giornale, aveva aperto una sottoscrizione tra tutti gli iscritti (gli oltre mille calciatori di serie A, serie B, serie C1 e serie C2) per raccogliere fondi a favore dell’attività di Tito; e che alla fine il ricavato era stato di 700 mila lire, che con un certo imbarazzo l’AIC aveva provveduto a fargli avere. Mi raccontò, soprattutto, che un giorno alla Pinetina Jurgen Klinsmann lo aveva avvicinato e gli aveva chiesto come mai finiti gli allenamenti lo vedesse andarsene, sempre, così di fretta a Piacenza. Tito gli aveva spiegato il perché e Klinsmann gli aveva detto: domani vengo con te, voglio vedere con i miei occhi quello che fai. Klinsmann mantenne la promessa. Salì sul maggiolino scassato di Malgioglio, andò con lui a Piacenza, passo l’intero pomeriggio a guardare Tito assistere i bambini cerebrolesi. Poi, prima di risalire sul maggiolino per farsi riportare a Milano, sfilò di tasca il libretto degli assegni e senza dire una parola scrisse 70 milioni (settanta milioni), staccò l’assegno e lo consegnò al compagno. Aveva gli occhi lucidi. Come quelli di Malgioglio". [Paolo Ziliani da Il Fatto Quotidiano]

[crownofconvergencerp]

A poll for when the council will be meeting for the first time will go up on Friday evening as well as further instructions on how the event itself will move forward for both players on and off the council.

Since we are also about to approach holiday season I will also be posting some questions about how everyone would like to keep the RP going through the period, the same as some players may remember we did at open. Asking if people still want events, how they'd like activity best handled, etc.

Below are links to the current letter responses to those on the council, working as emissaries or who applied to run for council. If you did not receive your letter, or I missed your response, let me know!

Zelda Hawthorne ( @hxwthornes ) - Waiting for Response Corvina ( @vicletfxre ) - Letter Link Phanrax Primitori ( @lordkrakenprimitori ) - Waiting for Response Notealih Saldores ( @djinnoffire ) - Letter Link Bellamy Chevalier ( @bellamychevalier ) - Letter Link Merrymock ( @merrymockthejester ) - Letter Link Asvari Dien ( @witchofillusion ) - Letter Link Leopold Dawson ( @leopold--dawson ) - Waiting for Response Kaitoa Rotbringer - Letter Link Fangshi Wei Ying ( @thefangshi ) - Waiting for Response Isabel Hai Phan ( @izzyphan ) - Waiting for Response Ariel Beaumont ( @arielbeaumont ) - Letter Link Francesco Trapattoni ( @philoflore ) - Waiting for Response

If you never received your letter please reach out and we do know some of the characters without responses are on hiatus currently but wanted to make sure people still were notified as best as possible.

[cumpletesoccerfanatic]

Lothar Matthäus, Giovanni Trapattoni & Andreas Brehme

[fuckthevar]

mentre la TV di regime si spende in lodi per un Mourinho che si lecca le ferite, ricordo che è esistito un allenatore di calcio che ha vinto tutte le competizioni UEFA prima di lui: era un allenatore della #Juve e risponde al nome di mister Giovanni #Trapattoni da Cusano Milanino

[philoflore]

🩷 Do you believe in love at first sight?

"You are speaking with someone who can fall in love twice in a day and convince himself that he's found the one each and every time. There's nothing more exhilarating than this feeling. It's so beautiful."

[albumdellefigurine]

Andrea Saronni

«Dietro Rocco c’era un tifoso aggrappato alla cancellata, con un vocione tremendo: “Cambia Lodetti! Cambia Lodetti! Cambia Lodetti con Trapattoni!” L’avrà gridato trenta volte. A un certo punto Lodetti fa gol. Il Paròn si alza, arriva alla cancellata e declama: “Adéso andè in mona ti, Lodèti, e anca Giovanìn Trapattoni”». (aneddoto raccontato dal dr. Giovanni Battista “Ginko” Monti).

[otthonzulles]

ich habe fertig!

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[protect-daniel-james]

hehe do you think it's possible that Antonio Conte had posters with Orialli as a child 😂 also, we know Conte loves a father figure (Trapattoni was "a second father" to him after all). I just need an old man to be in love with an even older man, as opposed to old man chasing after Young Lads

[samshinechester]

Thank you @morgana-lefay! Let's see

Relationship status: Taken! I still have to pinch myself every now and then, but :D

Favourite colours: Blue

Favourite food: Favorite as in reign supreme? Chocolate

Song stuck: Fiumi di Parole (Jalisse). @dandysnob knows why XD

Last song:

Dream trip: Norway or Iceland. I've been dreaming to adios motherfuckers visit those two countries since, ah, forever. Not a big fan of the cold, but the scenery makes up for it. Also, there are more people living in my hometown than in Reykjavík. Low density = always a plus.

Last show: Concert? Green Day, 2009. That was a great show, hands down. If you're talking about TV shows, I left Lisey's Story hanging and watched Chernobyl thrice.

Spicy, sweet or savoury: Sweet. I could survive on chocolate. I can. I mean, what?

Last thing googled: Il gatto di Trapattoni. If you don't know who he is, you're missing out. I'd check out Strunz if I were you.

Favourite game: PC game, Skyrim. Amo (madonna che cringe - no, fottesega <3) got me into it, and when I don't fuck it up in 58765987659 different ways, it's enjoyable. I get to kill people. With an axe. Yay.

Mobile, Farmville. Yeah-yeah, I've got a 75 level farm, suck my dick

I'm not tagging anyone because I'm 3 business years late and I guess everybody already did it.

[ladrodiciliegie]

1-4-1964, Firenze (AM)

Italia-Cecoslovacchia 0-0

Italia: Negri, Robotti, Facchetti, Guarneri (55’ Trapattoni), Salvadore, Fogli, Menichelli, Bulgarelli, A. Mazzola, Rivera, Pascutti. Ct: E. Fabbri.