Berlusconi’s Dream – Yes, but what’s his fantasy?

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It was about 2am when the call came through. I don’t normally have my phone on “loud” when I’m asleep but I guess I forgot to switch it when I went down. “Razzo!” “Razzo!” The voice was loud. “Razzo, mi salvatore!” The voice was drunk or high. “Razzo, I need you! Come to me now!” It was Berlusconi.

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Berlusconi’s Dream – Uhhh what?

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So this went left, really fast. Our hero, Il Razzo, had barely re-positioned the picture of the wife and kids for the fourth time upon the desk in his office at Brianteo when #ForzaBerlusconi entered:

“Razzo, it’s time I left you. You’ve made great strides in your time here to date; far outstripping the guidance I could ever have given you. So I’ve sold the club to Luca. He’s a good man. Don’t worry, he’ll give you as much time as I had planned on. Anyway, it’s back to the European Council with me. Good luck! Ciao!”

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Berlusconi’s Dream

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“They will cut their hair. They will remove visible piercings. They will be polite to referees. They will not dive or simulate to win free kicks. This is a modern traditional club, Razzo. We are a club of gentlemen and the players will comply. Now, I remind you that we should be competing in Serie B next season. Cristian, bless him, was unable to achieve that. I charge you with that target. Win the league this season and let us take the next step to show Italy what is possible with the strength of our conviction and the ability of our identity. Forza Monza! Forza Berlusconi! Forza Italia!!”

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