In the meantime, let’s put an end to the Red Furies, let’s stop being afraid with opponents who would like to imitate the mythological, choleric and vengeful Erinni, only because they burned us in 2008 – the European Championship final handed over to Spain only on penalties by Donadoni’s promising national team – and in 2012 – Prandelli’s European debacle – to the point of giving us an assist for the conquest of 2021, when Roberto Mancini took us back to history. And Antonio Conte had already downsized them in 2016. Let’s just call them Ferrets – at least to exorcise them – but also because, after all, despite spectacular occasions shown by the baby Yamal and the “Italianized” professional Morata, they beat Croatia – a noble retirement home where Modric, authentic glory of my times, would like to retire – which Sylvinho’s Albania suffered to a sensational level. Two notes about this: Yamal he is a beautiful and very talented boy and we shout out the audacity of De La Fuente forgetting that once upon a time the throwing of young children in bloom was typical of our national team, starting from Renzo De Vecchi, who made his debut at 15 – therefore called “the son of God” – passing through Rivera and other myths that I have just told you about; up to the baby record Pafundi which revealed the betrayal of the Azzurri ideology, given that while he was in the national team he never played in Serie A. Not to mention Camardamy personal pain.
And Morata? I would call it the stone of scandal: starting from Juventus who got rid of it by throwing tens of millions for Pogba and the Italian (sic) Suarez after teaching the Spaniard – serious, correct, hard-working – how to play football there. And make it become a potential enemy with homegrown training. You will notice how the Counterattack now works everywhere and how foreigners not only know how to copy our form but also take our local technicians directly home. (I’m going off topic but I want to express my satisfaction with the brilliant debut from Montella: oh my Italians!).
I would like us to never stop playing bullshit with Spain (like with Albania) but to take advantage of it Donnarumma and of his now decreed function as the patron saint of a careful defense which, moreover, they tell me is not heavy enough (I say quintals); to them I reply that from Bernardini’s school young people have begun to emerge who have studied the defensive art and graduated in Goodfeet, the proud faculty of the University of Coverciano. You will see an updated Italian football more and more often – Mancini has done a lot, he is doing a lot Spalletti – not so much for modules inspired by a Spaniard, Guardiola, but above all observing Barella, a 1.72m who looks like a giant, as happened to some heroic Italians of yesteryear.
What are we missing to be totally satisfied and optimistic? Nobody has built a new Balotelli, the true/black Italian (or black/true) that no politically correct intellectual has ever defended from herds of idiots. I see his exploits in 2012, the goals against Germany and England, the kiss to his mother, a wasted capital in the final that saw us on our knees in front of Spain.
With i Red Ferrets you can also lose but the possible undertaking of Yamal and Morata it must be countered without fear and – in practice – without unnatural tactical measures. With permission from superiors.
