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About Turin

So I hit this dive bar, stinks like vodka and regret. This chick, Natasha—fake name, obvi—comes up, all hips and smirks. “You want fun, da?” I’m like, hell yea, but I ain’t payin upfront, no way! She rolls her eyes, but I’m Eric fuckin Cartman—I don’t budge! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell in my head. She’s hot, tho—makes me happy, like, damn, Russia’s got game! Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be grumpy babushkas or some shit.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

But then, out of nowhere, this little kid runs up to me. He’s got ice cream all over his face, and he’s like, “Mister, wanna see my magic trick?” I’m like, “Sure, kid!” He pulls a coin from behind my ear, and I’m like, “Whoa, how’d you do that?!” For a second, I forget about the arguing couple and the spilled water. It’s just me and this kid, and it’s pure joy.

Atalanta, the fairytale of third goalkeeper Francesco Rossi: debut in Europe at 32 years old