There was a time when Italy – by definition people of poets, navigators and saints – also churned out numbers 10 as if it were raining: with the pigtail, with the accent of Julius Caesar or the aplomb of a Pinturicchio. A trio like Baggio, Totti and Del Piero, all in the same twenty years – year more year less – was able to omit to the corner – so to speak – very samples of the caliber of Zola, Mancini, Church, Christmas, etc. etc. Today, even the last of this poker, dropped to the Italian national football team, would be number 10, the undisputed leader and honorary citizen of all the lands of our country, while at the time he had to settle for race crumbs and to admire the triumvirate mentioned above from the bench (often also from TV …).
What a humiliation!
In these days, after the triple ration of indigestible salmon packaged directly in Norway and administered on Spalletti and his debate, the debate has returned to hot: we speak of football generations (but not only) in Sbando, a club not attentive to the growth of young people, football schools that kill their imagination and so on. The truth is that The debate always unleashes when fate seems marked, but not when there is seriously and reforming football. We realize, in essence, one step away from the third elimination in a row from the world qualifications. Translated? Those who were born in the year of the last triumph, in 2006, and today are just under twenty years, of World Cup has seen only one (!), The 2020 one, missed in the groups. A couple of generations, in essence, cut out of those moments that Federico Buffa, in his “world stories”, identifies as manifestations capable of “marking people’s lives”. But despite the long football premise, a legacy of a nation that has always been devoted to the ball, it is not about football that you want to speak today.
Another page of history at the turn of biro
Why Today is the day when Italian tennis can rewrite – for the umpteenth time in recent months – its history. And this biro could be even bigger, if we consider that the “magnificent” museti surrendered only to bad luck more than to the Spaniard Alcaraz. Of course, an all -Italian final would have been too much. It was nothing else because we would have found ourselves in the very wonderful as uncomfortable position of those who have to choose. Musetti or Sinner? Here, if only the withdrawal due to an accident by the Tuscan had as its only positive effect that of not forcing us to deploy us. AND Today it is supported by Sinner, without if and without but. At 3 pm (the race will also be transmitted in clear) our number 10 – just to make the umbilical cord from the ball less traumatic – will be the South Tyrolean. Is it enough? Not at all. Because this morning there will be our Olympic champions Sara Errani and Jasmine Paolini who will try to drink for the first time to the transalpine cup (at 11 on the field against the Danilina-Krunic couple). Potentially, two cups on the four most prestigious of Roland Garros, by tonight, could be embarked together with the blue expedition towards Rome. Yes, Rome, where the Tennis Federation is located, which has not found itself managing casually notoriety, champions, champions and trophies, but has been working there for some time. A model to follow. After taking Sonor Sber (Italy, 20 years ago, she also managed to slide to Davis’s Serie C), reconstructed under track, forgetting that she was Italy, but humbly dating back. In a nutshell: questioning. Attitude that does not belong to the top of our football, which has managed to self-assolve even after the second pre-world elimination (Gravina is still at the top despite the second historical false step), brandishing the success at the European Championships of 2021 as a justification. He did not hold at the time, let alone now! And then “Forza Azzurri” we can scream it the same. Even if today a ball does not roll, hundreds of tricolor balls will pass from one side of the net to the other. Because in sport, the dimensions (of a passion) does not count.