A friend noticed my "Calciomania facebookiana" and I wrote not to overdo it, "football is not everything." After a while 'reflection, I found myself, between me and me to recognize that right.
Tonight, though, I'm back to square one. At about 21 I see Ronaldo in tears on TV announced his farewell match and thanked the fans for what they gave.
I understand that this may seem irrational, but I feel called upon by his gratitude. Really.
In a moment I run to mind my expectations, fears, anxieties for many of his beautiful match nerazzura mesh. It gave me a strange sensation of pleasure just because he touched the ball. When marking it ....
I feel a bit 'embarrassment when strap so because I'm still telling my students who think only of trivial things and do not care about the big things. When I decide to realize that the way to the big things are those who love, even the most trivial?
Also because, then, I myself I realize that this is football, which also has not given me any money but only one knee and a broken shoulder, gave me so many beautiful moments that I really can not relegate between the little things of life. It took me time, space, thoughts, suggestions and expectations. As Ronnie.
One as he makes love, now and forever. When he smiles after the first goal for Barcelona aliens, when he scored a beautiful free-kick against Parma at the San Siro (its first performance in science fiction Inter shirt), then when he jumps all over the world and gives the assist Djorkaeff decides that a tense Inter-Juve (January 6, 2008).
Do you feel close even when he cries like a baby for the injury reappeared after a few minutes against Lazio in Rome, returning from an extremely delicate. When she cries again, and again in Rome against Lazio always, May 5, 2002 (I was there .... unfortunately). Rejoice with him when he lifts the World Cup if he won more than Italy (I can not do anything, but I love my samples over National). Then do not even feel resentment for his return, sad and unsuccessful, at Milan, when he managed to make me rejoice in the miracle, one goal Rossoneri (never happened before and after). And finally, remember, hurt and sad, for the last few years in a state of depression.
After all, if the account with him the disappointment of the Nerazzurri have been more successful. But maybe I loved him so much for what he did against Inter, for what I have always expected from him, great things. Disappointed, as all people of this land, but also gave the unforgettable moments of soccer, poetry, dance (the great Manuel Vasquez Montalban attributed to him "the grace of Fred Astaire").
so happens to all the great expectations: they always leave a bitter taste, but also a deep gratitude to those few who have enough genius, talent and art to light them. Thanks Ronnie, the largest number 9 in football history. Pino
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