The film story of the playground legend: racism, crushed to 11 years, radiation from the NBA for a round of rigged games, the globetrotters. Then the call of Fortitudo, where they cut him but he remained. And to the consort on the phone …
“Here all love love, we still won. I scored 31 points, it was not a game like the others, it was the derby. Now I greet you, I have to go to dinner with the team”. Connie Hawkins’s phone calls to his wife in the USA were more or less like that. There was only a small problem: Connie did not play with Fortitudo, nor with other Italian teams. Everything was invented. Of course, he lived in Bologna, but had no contracts, he limited himself to having fun (euphemism) under the two towers. It was the 1977-78 season, he was far from the internet invention, poor Mrs. Hawkins did not have the means to control the tables and then discover the magagna.