Morici was confused, not knowing which of his words offended.
Could it be... are there any forwards who don't pursue scoring percentage?
"Shooting guaranteed to score," does this violate a forward's taboo?
Morici isn't a forward, so he's unsure if he wished wrongly.
Just like wishing a college student to score a hundred in a level four exam, it's well-intentioned but counterproductive.
"Morici, get in the car." Talista approached from behind, noticing Morici spacing out, and gave him a tug.
Morici nodded and walked with Talista, then suddenly had a bold idea.
"Talista."
"Hmm?"
"I wish you... miss your shots?"
"Are you serious?"
"Uh, seriously... well, hey, why are you hitting me... let's talk it out... I didn't curse you... damn it, you forwards have too much drama, f*ck!"
Four days later, San Remo challenged Rome away.
Their grueling schedule had only two games remaining.
Once Rome and AC Milan are dealt with, they'll have a lighter period ahead.
