Arrivederci!
Iaquinta ponders emigrating to a country that has no television.
The Slovaks kick some Azzuri butt, in commanding fashion. Vittek bashes in two, and the Azzuri realize late (as ever) that doing the bare minimum in group play is a strategy that can bite you in game 3.
Behold, the output of Group F:
I'm thinkin' some people's brackets just took it in the chops.
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