Nobody appreciates anything until it’s gone.
Buon giorno everybody, and welcome to an abbreviated SftC. It’s 11am in Florence and my girlfriend is out shopping so I only have a few minutes to type this before somebody’s credit limit gets bumped into eternity and/or I lose her to some dark-haired gigolo. (It would make the trip to the airport easier, but I kinda like her so I should probably go soon.)
I’ve been a bit coy about how much I like this team because like everybody else on Barking Carnival I’ve been burned more often than a repeat 90 Day Fiancé participant, and I was waiting for this game to see the first sign of what their ceiling might be.