The last few seasons have been characterized, at home Lecce, from prestigious goals. Above all, in terms of objective importance, the return to Serie A, the first salvation by Saverio Sticchi Damiani and the important results obtained against the most famous teams in Italy. Yet asking the president, or to the former captain Mancosu, or to any fan that he didn’t leave his team alone for even an instant from Cuneo to Monopoli, whatever it was the most exciting promotion, no doubt. The answer was, is, and will always be unanimous: from C to B. The sense of is too strong injustice to find himself among the semi-pros. Too high there pressure to have to run away as soon as possible.
That’s why for every fan of the Lecce The April 29, 2018 It’s not a day like any other. It’s the day it represents the end of a nightmare, the exit from limbo, not to mention from that hell made up of battles of modest technical caliber but very high competitive level. In hot stadiums like not even most of the A’s, on playgrounds by Excellency. And then, the story. That one said that, since they first tasted it Serie A in 1985, the Giallorossi had never been so far from the first two categories. And how did they end up there, then! And again lost finals mockingly, culminating in the paradoxical elimination of Alessandria. Not even in the most twisted adventure blockbuster could such a plot have been imagined.
That’s why those screams of joy at Marco’s goal Armellinowho after 17 minutes of the match with the Paganese it averted a suffering that now seemed to be in the DNA of the relationship between Lecce and Serie C. This is why, above all, those liberating screams at the final whistle from Mr. Maggioni of Lecco. For the Via del Mare, for the Salento capital, for the territory everything was time for well-deserved celebrations. Remained suspended as if in a purgatory for five long years, since the afternoon with the Carpi in which the Giallorossi fans felt robbed of something that seemed obvious, but wasn’t at all.
But all that was now in the past. The present said partyhe said, letting yourself go into that cry remained stuck for too long, as if not wanting to give up on the cruelty of the atrocious defeats. But none of this mattered anymore. Come on Lecce, roar back on the fields that belong to you most. And to think that it was just the beginning of one rebirth even brighter for the colors of SalentoYes, there are strong chills there. For what it was, it is and, hopefully as soon as possible, it will be for a long time.
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