'Carry on like this and we'll get along fine. 'You're getting the hang of this now,' he said. Sam nodded encouragingly before spending several pages talking about the local curing process. We take pride in our cooking and like to spend a long time talking to each other at meals.' 'Can we stop at a McDonald's? I'm starving.' They also sell gas by the litre rather than the gallon.

'OK,' said Rick as they got in to Sam's car. Look, to get us started, why don't you start by asking me some brainless questions so I can explain a few of the basic differences between the US and Italy.' It's just a feelgood travel romp to show that Italy may be foreign and bad at football - they play soccer here - but even airheaded jocks can appreciate the quaintness if they really try. 'No gangsters, then?' Rick asked, somewhat disappointed. He's writing something homier and cuter this time.' 'But this is a John Grisham book and we're in Italy.' 'I guess you must be in the mafia,' Rick whispered. Rick had never heard of Italy, but it sounded a long, long way away and a long, long way away was the place he needed to be.Ī week later, he was greeted at the station. Three thousand euros a month plus an apartment and a car.' 'I've got you a contract as the pro quarterback for Parma in the Italian league. 'There is some good news, though,' Arnie said.

( From the publisher.Rick choked back a sob. To say that Italy-the land of fine wines, extremely small cars, and football americano-holds a few surprises for Rick Dockery would be something of an understatement. And now they’ve got Rick, who knows nothing about Parma (not even where it is) and doesn’t speak a word of Italian. The Parma Panthers desperately want a former NFL player-any former NFL player-at their helm.

Against enormous odds, Rick finally gets a job-as the starting quarterback for the Mighty Panthers.of Parma, Italy. Overnight, he became a national laughingstock-and was immediately cut by the Browns and shunned by all other teams.īut all Rick knows is football, and he insists that his agent find a team that needs him. With a 17-point lead and just minutes to go, Rick provided what was arguably the worst single performance in the history of the NFL. In the AFC Championship game, to the surprise and dismay of virtually everyone, Rick actually got into the game. Rick Dockery was the third-string quarterback for the Cleveland Browns.

Playing for pizza by john grisham