The Scottish: “Here the Scudetto is worth the world”. In the last 3 games he scored 5 goals
Never ruin your liver when a market deal jumps: and the morning when, it could be a noon, Napoli realized that Marco Brescianini, after making medical visits, was walking towards Bergamo – market things, sometimes happens – and the summer of a city that now incredulous observes the stars, became torrid. But perhaps it was written somewhere, among the mysteries of an August then hot, that in the dark (?) A light could be turned on and while Scott Mctominay began to descend the ladders of the plane that had led him from Manchester (United bank) to Capodichino, thus, of enchantment, the voices moved away, the smiles reappeared and the changing. Yet Scott MCTominay plunged to Naples with a overflowing curriculum vitae (nine seasons of United, 255 games) but a half -life bulletin board: two League cups, one of England and a Europe League, all here for a flag perhaps happened in the “Red Devils” in the wrong era.
MCTominay and the Conte factor
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There was more, in that choice of Conte and Manna, in the thirty million paid to those who now perhaps be eating their hands: there were eleven goals (and it is not over), but not only those, a brazen personality, a “diversity” caught by his coach who would have led him to make him do things that you humans and who now helps him to enjoy the fleeting moment but with a strand of prudence in the after-match. humility. “I know what happened two years ago, when Napoli won the title. The level of that team is very high, but let’s see now what happens. But now I am long at the top of the ranking, but we must relax, it takes calm, thinking about the game after game. But the Scudetto would mean the world”.
Mister Scott
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Mr. Scott MCTominay is an encyclopedia of football and something has shown something, disguising himself from the second tip (alongside Lukaku), from a median, from the mezzala, from the outdoor and above all as a breed striker, one to which in his seasonal path there was no lack of brace (already made with Empoli) but being an insatiable he added another with Turin, bursting like a vulture on trajectories on trajectories. Keep for that cowardly with silk feet. Eleven times MCTominay, like a breed striker, not a appearance, like the added value chased tenaciously (and silently), as a leader who when he comes out of the “Maradona” warns the chills, because the stadium took it completely, with a complete, indeed total match, as an interitoring and then as an incursor, for what is the modern lexicon.
“Call me … mcfratm”
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Prime Minister MCTominay fell into this football new dancing, then bursting with technical mastery and physicality: four Sundays to break the ice, with the Como, then the exploit: when Napoli began to fear that without Kvaratskhelia it would no longer be the same thing, he showed up and made seven in the second round, from Bergamo onwards, accelerating now with five networks in three games, In order for it to be clear that life is now, to be faced as an authentic Neapolitan, even in the nickname chosen among the many, to pay homage to his friend Pasquale Mazzocchi. “As he says, I like McFratm.” Having a brother like this, who takes you by the hand to the Scudetto.
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