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Thank vecio

There are snapshots that are part of the album Relationship of a nation. One of these captures - the plane that, in July 1982, reported Italy's heroes in the Bernabeu - scopone the game between the President of the Republic, Sandro Pertini and captain Dino Zoff against the coach Enzo Bearzot and the "Baron" France caused. On the table, won the World Cup in Madrid. Now that the vecio is gone, it is inevitable to get caught up nostalgia for what we were 28 years ago. For a child of nine years, Bearzot grandfather was a gruff, strict as those in the education of grandchildren, ready to blame when they hear a bad word or note the lack of the respect due to the elderly. I imagined so, Bearzot: narrow in the white jacket and his inseparable pipe in his mouth.
It was a good start to the world of blues. Shriveled three draws against Poland (0-0), Peru (1-1, goals from Bruno Conti), Cameroon (1-1, goals from Ciccio Graziani) and the transition to the second round in a group of death against Argentina the Ardiles and Maradona and Brazil's Falcao and Zico (and also of Socrates, Junior, Cerezo). Criticism and the Italians, as usual ferocious with those in trouble (always ready to hand, "to assist the winner", as raging Ennio Flaiano) fired daily against the Azzurri. For the first time in the history of Italian football was adopted in the blackout. Talking to reporters, and only Zoff Bearzot, both in Friuli, both silent. As often happens when Italy faces the abyss, the team is compacted around the coach and the company managed to achieve: 2-1 to Argentina (and Tardelli Cabrini) 3-2 to the most favored, Brazil (Rossi hat-trick ), 2-0 to Poland in the semifinals (two goals from Rossi); final apotheosis with the 3-1 to Germany (yet Rossi, Tardelli's scream, the final seal of "spiked" Altobelli, for the only time in exulted in his career, raising both arms, abandoning his usual composure only the index finger to the sky). The epic
poetry of that group of heroes through the chanting of training, at a time when it was still possible to send it down to memory, since they played the same for years: Zoff, Gentile, Cabrini, Oriali, Collovati, Scirea, Conti , Tardelli, Rossi, Antognoni, Graziani. Yet the combination player / tissue did not exist and the athletes are not like Armani models: they had strange hairstyles (at most, the bush of hair Collovati), did not tattoos, not pulling the eyebrows (the unforgettable "sopracciglione Bergomi "Teo Teocoli). I imagined them like Homeric warriors: the charisma of forty Zoff, the ardor of Gentile (ask Maradona and Zico, at a time when - to be admitted - the referees dig cards sparingly), the elegance of Collovati, the class of Scirea, the modernity of Cabrini, Tardelli the universality of insomnia, the genius of Accounts (the more "Brazilian" blues), the stubbornness of Graziani, the flair of "Pablito" Rossi, Antognoni geometries, the lungs of Oriali (also celebrated by Ligabue). And then Marini, Sake, Altobelli, the eighteen Bergomi ("uncle" who was hiding his age behind two incredible mustache blacks), who also played in the final in place of the Antognoni. That of 11 July were about fifty "Mario", the smallest cross-legged on the floor, the others behind, sitting in chairs or standing. On TV, 28 inch Phonola hoisted to five feet high, did not allow the vision of the current 52-inch HD flat screen, especially the more distant. But the excitement and enthusiasm are indelible. Pertini that, in his usual, dismisses the 'institutional aplomb and makes the fan in the stands, the final minutes granted to the loyalist cause, the emotion of Nando Martellini the final whistle with the "world champions" repeated three times. Then all travel outside the bar, walk to Piazza Municipio, with flags and the heart that went to a thousand.