Juric is in the crosshairs of fans today, with calls for the return of De Rossi, but Ivan is just another victim of a director who is scary enough to put Clive Barker or Sam Raimi to shame.

Nine months, a gestation period that would make Mia Farrow in the famous horror film, “Rosemary’s Baby”, green with envy. This is how long it’s been since Dan and Ryan Friedkin decided to give birth to a sort of monster, with the unwitting collaboration of a community so in love that it lets everything, or nearly everything, pass. Nine months ago, two Americans, both with a fervor for golf and cinema, decided to metaphorically kick a certain José Mourinho, decimating the minimal good they had built over the years. From that day, the Friedkin’s era at Roma has been pretty much over. The exploitation of Daniele De Rossi‘s image has had its placebo effect. Then, the Romanist flag itself (which undoubtedly caused less damage than Juric) was flung to the ground at the end of a grotesque market. In those days, Souloukou was reflecting in the positive balance sheet, the reduction in salaries, and the lowering of the squad’s average age. They failed to understand that they were diluting the potency of that squad: Sangaré, Dahl, Saud, Le Fée, all capped off by the return of Shomurodov. You can make as many files as you want, for some it was even difficult to find photos on Google. Then there was the Dybala mess, the Danso problem, the Zalewski fiasco, the race for the free agents and that Celik who was there without anyone noticing that Roma did not have a Serie A right-back. The pinnacle of the Friedkin’s horror film arrived in mid-September with the dismissal of De Rossi and the arrival of the resounding Juric. Some inside the locker room didn’t even know who he was. That locker room which decides who to throw out, who not to defend, which hides in times of need. Today, the Croatian is in the crosshairs of the fans who are clamoring for De Rossi’s return, but Ivan is just another victim of a director who is so terrifying he’d scare even Clive Barker or Sam Raimi. As grotesque as the fact that to find a picture of the President of Roma, one must scour the golf courses, and to remember his voice, one must undergo a course of regressive hypnosis. “Nothing is created, nothing is destroyed, everything is transformed.” The statement belongs to the French chemist Antoine-Laurent Lavoisier. However, in Trigoria, they didn’t like it too much, so they changed it: “Nothing is created, nothing is transformed, everything is destroyed.” Here we are on the 28th of October, and it’s still a balmy 25 degrees outside. Winter feels like a distant memory. And yet, it appears as though the season for Roma has already come to a premature close, or better yet, we’re hoping it doesn’t get any worse than this.