Antonio Conte is a man of many talents. Tacticking, motivating, hugging, sideline-helicoptering, he can do it all. He’s a winner and he’s not one to take anyone’s BS. He likes to have his cake and eat it, too.
Literally.
And that’s no small bite either. That’s a full fork-full of cake. Antonio Conte is not a man of half measures. He identified his prey and swooped in for a proper nibble. No tiny bites; live life to the fullest. Let them eat cake!
Clearly, Conte’s in great distress following the Diego Costa brouhaha of the last 24 hours. He’s stress-eating and repeating himself over and over and over and over again. The truth. The truth! The Truth with a capital T! The truth and nothing but the truth!
What might that truth be? He says it’s just an injury and nothing more. The media wants us to believe is something a lot more. So who knows. The truth is probably somewhere in the middle, as usual. Maybe the truth is in the cake?
But isn’t the cake a lie? I don’t even know anymore. What is happening!?
Let’s all have some cake.