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Marco threw his hands up. He had missed the actual flight of the ball. He saw only the aftermath—the goalkeeper on his knees, the scorer sliding in the wet grass.

His son, Luca, had tried to help. “Papa, just pay for the streaming service. It’s eight euros.” pirlo tv futbol gratis

Buffering.

Finally, the image resolved. It was grainy, like watching football through a rain-streaked window. The sound was a half-second behind the picture. A Russian man with a heavy accent was screaming over the Italian commentary. It was glorious. Marco threw his hands up