Italy's Cagliari soccer club doesn't appear to have the best team chemistry, unless you count ordering mob attacks on your teammates as good chemistry. The incident in question involves on-loan star Pasquale Foggia, teammate Davide Marchini, and no one with a masculine name. Marchini's lawyer claims Foggia ordered a mobster to rough up his client:
"The two exchanged insults [at practice], with Foggia saying, 'Let's see what happens on Monday.' The following Monday… Marchini was at Caffè Agorà in Cagliari with striker Robert Acquafresca. Foggia came in and asked to sit at their table. Marchini refused, so Foggia left. But in came a [man] with a thick Neapolitan accent, who sat down next to Marchini.
"He asked why Marchini had fought with Foggia in training. Marchini got up to leave, but then the man punched him in the nose. Marchini tried to escape, only to be chased by his assailant, who was at this time wielding a chair. Marchini escaped, and the man threw the chair at a parked car as Foggia and Acquafresca stood outside."
It's a good thing Italy has something as badass as the mob to make up for all the gigantic greasy pussies in that country. If it weren't for Cosa Nostra, I'd go on vacation in Italy and end up conquering it on a whim. It kills me that all those sultry hot chicks and pasta are going to waste on "men" who have to hire someone to punch for them.

Seriously, who throws a chair? Is the mob taking lessons from Captain Lou Albano?
"Get your fuckin' shine box!"
Finally a soccer story worth reading! AND the second post in a row where I can reference a greasy pussy. I love Italy, but mostly for its cities with dysentery-laden sewer-streets.
The big bad soccer player RAN AWAY from the guy who punched him? It's not like the dude pulled a gun or anything.
Michael Westbrook is not impressed.
Those sultry, hot chicks after the age of 20 turn into hairy, bitching psychopaths. In fact, the only thing worse than aging italian women is aging hispanic chicks, after they get married they somehow pack on 70 – 120 lbs in the next week or two.
Matt, the Sons of Italy would like to have a word with you.
Where is the hot wife/girlfriend in this story? It isn't a good soccer story unless we see the hot soccer wife or girlfriend.
Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooodfellas!
Was there any word if the "assailant's" last name was Princep?
I think you spelled Faggia wrong.
What a coincidence, I'm having an Acquafresca with my lunch right now.
As far back as I can remember, I always never wanted to be a soccer player.
manday tuesday wandesday saturday
Clean it up! Clean it up, you guinea brat!
But in came
a [man]Wario with a thick Neapolitan accent, who sat down next to Marchini.Wait a minute…..
Bob Knight takes a "sick day" at Texas Tech.
Chair tossing commences soon after in Italy.
Coincidence??? I think not.
I have a thick neopolitan accent, too. It's either that or the ice cream smeared all over my face.
It's a race! Am I winning?