Perhaps the only thing that was missing was the full house (the official figure was just under 4000), but paradoxically one could say that those absent already knew that, at the Paladozza, there would be a repeat performance and not a first screening. In fact, the Fortitude he pulverized a tired and static one Treviglio repeating exactly what had happened on Sunday. That is, initial skirmishes, the maximum external advantage (a threatening 0-4), then a blow with a difference that reaches double figures already towards the end of the first quarter and the blow in the second. Making, in fact, the whole rest of the match a garbage time where Treviglio didn’t even try to reopen the matter, and where the attention was focused on the famous benchers, the ones messed up on Sunday by Caja: it went better, in the end everyone happy, no one over 30′ (the Stakanov award goes to Ogden, held at 27), and the ball now goes to Lombardy, for game 3.
Not much to say: the intensity of the two teams explains the difference, Treviglio has not yet understood how to limit Bologna’s internal play, Ogden and Freeman seem without opponents (especially when Aradori is inspired from outside, thus widening the field in an impossible way, apparently, to be closed for those who face them). And, above all, he never scores a basket. All simple, for now. For now, precisely: there are millions of playoff series that have experienced the change in home advantage to 2-0 and then become nightmares. Caja, and his followers, have the task of not making them so.
Just like heaven – Everything went so well that it wasn’t even clear that it was a playoff, with the team centered in every aspect and the classic concept of unity of purpose that made everything really, really, easy. But this will not always be the case, one assumes.
Disintegration – Nothing, really nothing.