Roma continues to win, and it does so by fully convincing. In less than half an hour of calm domination – a calm gait that takes you far – the Bologna practice is already closed, without even sweating too much. Three to zero after 25 minutes and the match finished before being born.
In the end, there will be 5 Roma goals: Florenzi, two goals from a Gervinho transformed in three days from "intruppone" to striker, Benatia and finally Ljajc, for whom Garcia is sewing on a role of sapper from the bench that seems made especially for enhance the characteristics of the Serbian.
An orchestra in which everyone scores and nobody clashes: at the base there is a very solid and unique midfield, made up of three atypical cases, three directors who are not really atypical and are also something else and different, and a frankly average quality very high for the Italian championship. The attack has sprung up, in a reinterpretation of a 4-3-3 in a tough sauce, and the defense at the moment appears impervious to any rain. The only one who will have something to say, perhaps, will be De Sanctis, to whom the solitude of number 1 will never have seemed so real.
It is true that the calendar has not been very tough, but it is often you who makes the consistency of your opponent, and the Garibaldian and wasteful Bologna seen with Milan seemed like a damp sheet - a piece of cloth without shape or will of its own - in front of the Giallorossi.
But Roma's flight is not enough to create a furrow, to mark a real distance between subversive and opponents: Juve and Naples are there at a sigh, two points that mean nothing. Just miss a game and you're behind.
Turinese and Neapolitans arrive there in different ways, in that place of honor behind the clean table of the Giallorossi. Juve leaves a strange imprint: no longer the wheels of a truck that sand the matches, but something different, lazier and lighter. With a Toro who couldn't be more humble, a goal by Pogba in offside was enough, then Juve satisfied themselves, without letting themselves be infected by the atavistic hunger of their Apache Tevez.
Juve seems few at the moment: however, then you look at the standings and you find them there and you discover that they have won all their games, often with that goal difference which in the end is enough for those with the maturity to manage it, and that he lost only two points on the field of the excellent Inter at the start of the season.
Napoli conquered the field of Genoa - in that melancholy typical of Saturday afternoon matches - placing the last nail on the coffin of Fabio Liverani, who will be replaced by the prodigal son Gasperini. He did it easily, immediately attacking the game with Pandev's brace and leaving it there, in the hands of an impotent Genoa team unable to reopen it. The home equal with Sassuolo has stopped shouting for revenge, perhaps, but the distant echo remains, while Naples and Juve are already preparing for an already very heavy Champions League round.
Between Saturday and Sunday Roma will go to Mazzarri's den and the Bianconeri will host what remains of Allegri's proud troop. Livorno will be visiting Napoli, in a re-edition of those matches that seem easy, but then turn out to be insidious, and woe to you if you don't win them. Eventually, we will certainly know something more about them.
