Paolo Tagliavento leads a match like a conductor conducts a symphony; there are slow parts: lots of fouls, throw ins, offsides, and then suddenly he seems to have enough of it, waves his arms: Go on! Play On! Faster, faster! Sometimes even confusing the players, Was that not a foul? Really? Can I go on?
Poalo Tagliavento is one for the future, fair, very quick, he knows what he wants, how he wants it. He was right with the penalty, with the yellow cards and missed only one foul, committed behind his back by Polak, busy as he was speeding up after a couple of minutes stoppage. And that was maybe his only weak(er) point: Tagliavento let himself be influenced by the audience a little. The more they cried murder about his decisions seemingly against Anderlecht the more he let little fouls by Bordeaux be. I'm not afraid of you, he seemed to be thinking, I do what I want.