Once upon a time there was a bar – perhaps there still is – at the entrance to Pianoro which on the long red-blue retractable awning displayed a flashy slogan: “Quend la Juve la perd me a god”. I remember laughing about it with an excellent native of Pianoro, Roberto Beccantini, then at Tuttosport, an honorary Juventus player. I repeat, I don’t know if they are still there – bar and sign – because I have no longer been a citizen of Rastignano for fifty years. I lived on a delightful hill a little lower than Professor Neri’s villa where he was born Luca di Montezemolo. This is why, despite Juve’s executive vice-presidency – troubled by the hiring of Maifredi – Luca has always been a Bologna fan (Lazio only by chance, like many from Massimo high school, Draghi’s so to speak).
Bologna, Juve arrives
So, Juve arrives at the Dall’Ara on Monday and it’s time to dust off the honest anti-Juventus of yesteryear, very similar to a rebellion against the Savoyard power. I would like to point out that I am not one of those who shout “he who doesn’t jump is a Juventus player” because I have a minimum of decency after sixty years of the rossoblù antechamber during which the Lady won 24 championships. I rather say to erase the presidential subjection suffered for years and in the best moments: when Conti was there and on the eve of Juventus-Bologna the Lawyer invited the “signov” Luciano to dinner and offered him delicious salads and small bites of salmon – stuff to go to a restaurant for dinner immediately afterwards – sending him into confusion. So much so that once, seeing only a jug of fresh water on the table, when asked for Lambs – “Are you drinking anything?” – he replied – knowing that his illustrious guest was a rasp – «An orange soda». And the next day Bologna usually lost. And Boniperti added his “we love you”. Luciano, however, wasn’t an idiot because in his heyday he had a good company – Sirmac – which produced spare parts for Fiat. If you look at the details, it didn’t go any better with my dear friend Giuseppe Gazzoni, also a victim of the Saturday evenings at the Agnelli house on the eve of the match. The Agnellis had a great desire to be noble – Gianni Brera had even invented the title of count for Gianni – and Giuseppe, who was truly noble, having acquired his mother’s title and surname – Donna Idarica Frascara di Sezzadio – was welcomed with gloves white and perhaps champagne, perhaps the well-known Philipponnat appreciated by the Lawyer. Then on Sunday Bologna lost. Now that we have the squadron back and Juve is trying to take Motta away from us, I recommend to President Saputo (“Well done, very good, luck to you!” Rossini would say) not to be enchanted by the Piedmontese and to maintain his Canadian sovereignty now that he has become the Commander of the Red and Blue Jackets.
