Somebody's Going to Emergency, Somebody's Going to Jail

The first time we were tried was seven years ago. The second time in 2008. By 2009 we were experienced, but romanisti were still responsible for the little known shortage of spare F5 keys in the world for a brief period of that summer. The year after at least I was cynical and didn't expect anything to happen, so of course that's when it did. The work which began last summer with the creation of Newco Roma is now gearing up towards its final chapter. Two of the most important people in one of the most important European banks just spent three days in New York devoted to talks with the American group said to want to take control of AS Roma. As far as signals go, that's one of the clearest signals yet that something is afoot: you do not get face time with Peluso and Fiorentino unless you warrant the attention. The members of the group remain relative unknowns in an ecosystem where you're not seen as rich unless you have a yacht with two submarines (Lex Abramovic), which acts as a cliffhanger into next week when we will learn more about their financial plans and resources: the deadline to finally present a binding offer for control of the club is this Monday. The decision of whom to sell to then rests with Newco Roma, which is essentially a triumvirate in which Rosella Sensi holds one seat, Unicredit another, and finally a third party, Attilio Zimatore, is meant to act as an unbiased guarantee. If two (or more) of them vote for a sale, it will happen.

Vinicio Fioranelli, the man responsible for me being chained to a laptop for much of the summer of 2009, has meanwhile been arrested in Austria for his role in the manipulation of AS Roma stocks that same summer. If you recall the events, Fioranelli's M.O. was to state an interest, back away from it by going into hiding for weeks at a time, coming back and restating his dedication to making the deal happen, running away again, etcetera. Also, he invented the existence of a couple of associates who would be the money men in the deal. Roma's trading prizes was more unstable than Lotito's blood sugar levels just before lunch, and the theory that someone was orchestrating the entire thing to make a profit was well established even as it happened in real time. In three months time Roma's stock prizes had risen by 124%. This couldn't happen to a nicer profiteer.