Imagine what it would be like to come to the work and hear every day the latest news of AS Roma from a shaved wannabe-Italian, who have arms bigger than his car? Or to get a rehab program from a guy who keeps a picture of Totti in his wallet? Our physio could be the closest thing to a space cadet I am ever going to meet, but he is also a great guy and entertaining as anything with his “Totti for president” -movement. Plus he does his job well which is the most important part of the rehab day. I am just afraid that he is going to name his new puppy “Francesco” or even “Totti”. In that unfortunate case, imagine what the poor little bulldog must go through in a doggy park!