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This morning a friend calls me, we haven't heard from each other for a few weeks, I open the communication and his entry sentence was this ...
"Ohhh, but Paolo Rossi is dead !!!"
The thought immediately jumped to the mythical Pablito, the hero of Spain '82, but it could not be true, it was one of those absurd, inexplicable news, while the death of Maradona did not surprise me that much, for the oversized life and unruly that he did, Paolo Rossi, with his perennial "good boy" face, it seems to me that he is eternally young, immune from the misfortunes of us mere mortals ...
Instead it was he, Pablito, that player who had driven the whole of Italy crazy, to whom an immense emotion is indissolubly associated, the conquest of the 1982 World Cup, which I lived viscerally ...
Those were the first times when I followed football with greater attention, I had already chewed bitter for the first European misadventures of a very strong Juventus but captained by a real incapable who answered to the name of Giovanni Trapattoni, he and his shit defensiveness that has tried with many satisfactions, with the teams he had had to win everywhere, Italy, Europe, the World, just look at all the champions of those 10 years of Juventus, but let's go back to 82, when we went to refuse the World Cup in Spain with the National...
The great and late Enzo Bearzot wanted to bring Paolo Rossi, in place of Roberto Pruzzo, I remember that a good part of Italy rose up against this fact, probably the coach wanted to recreate the Juventus backbone of the national team, and Pablito had recently been bought by Turin team, so half Italy in his favor and half against ...
How the World Cup went, that World Cup, we all know, these are my personal memories, not absolute truths, but his resurrection against Brazil of the Gods which Zico, Socrates, Falcao, Cerezo and Eder had the supernatural, won that game not c 'was no escape for the other nations, Poland beaten by 2 to 0 in the semifinals, always double by Pablito, and the final with Germany "rottainculo", which had to lose against France of Roi Michel Platini were simple dates to be respected, we knew we would win the World Cup, and so it was ...
I don't have many Juventus memories of Pablito, unfortunately he did not have as much luck, but today, as for the TG I saw the report dedicated to him, a violent emotion shook me, and my eyes got moist, I repeat, they are personal opinions, so very free to disagree, but the death of Maradona left me almost indifferent, I'm sorry for the man, of course, but he embodied, football and humanly, all the opposite of what I was, today I shed real tears, because the memory of that World Cup came out, and of those who were with me to celebrate it, now, my brother, Pablito is up there with you ....
Photo of my property, taken with my smartphone ...