There are nights of magical and crazy sports for the emotions you know will transmit you and the forcing you have to exercise on yourself to challenge the dawn enjoying the event. And sports lovers, who are more inclined to the life graved by the impos of civil everyday life, who appreciate efforts and sacrifices, solitudes and peaks of joy, know it. It is always worth it. Even if your idols come out defeated. I was 8 years old when my father warned me: “This night I call you, let’s see the match of Cassius Clay together against George Foreman. It will be wonderful”. I liked the idea, perhaps because I thought it was granting me something that expanded my child fence. That challenge of Kinshasa marked the history of sport. And that man, who became Mohammed Ali, marked the history of civil rights in America. I am still grateful to my father for letting me know. I studied role and personality later.
At night of sport many lives attracted by physical, technical and psychological competition are dotted. At 5 in the morning of December 1984, I waited for the first final of the intercontinental cup in which my Juventus was busy. They broadcast it on Telepiù, the Argentinos Junior opponent. The sky touched with your hand after the penalty kicks. I remember many others of sports nights, among Olympic and football events: now they are “imposed” by tennis in which the Italians are splendid protagonists and that is played at every parallel and meridian of the planet. Tonight – it goes without saying, who is interested, that is, a segment of fans, perhaps more thick than you imagine – touches another: the semifinal of the American Open between Sinner and Ausser aliassime. With our super favorite.
It starts at 1. It’s night, but just a little. You will resist for once more. By projecting ourselves already on Sunday’s final, which will not be at night (10 pm), but it will certainly be another epic challenge that will cross the night. With the usual Alcaraz, Djokovic permitting.