The writer tells his love for Napoli and sport: “I was scarce in all sports. Diego was a gift, my father fired when he died. I was not easy at the stadium, then there is the superstition …”
There was once, carefree and happy, in which Roberto Saviano lived with the lightness of the children who chase the Kite. And there were days, before Gomorra transformed the hours into torment, full of dreams that you have to dream. “While now I’m just my writing.” There was a child and then a boy and then a boy who at that age simply wanted to be a man, to be himself, he does not matter if boxer, basketball player, footballer or palletist or none of this: simply free to tell himself, even smiling, on what he would not have been, who was not.
Luckily for the sport that Roberto Saviano quickly understood that he should have written …
“Let’s say that I soon I searched to be a real crap in any field. And in any case at the beginning, whatever the discipline in which I went to the test, I seemed credible”.
He enchanted them with words.
“More or less. I knew almost everything, that there was talk of basketball, water polo, boxing
He had special masters: in boxing, for example.
“Domenico Brillatino, I don’t know if I explain to myself, and in his Excelsior, a gym obtained in a school from which world and Olympic champions came out. In Marcianise the noble art, as they were once said, was practically imported by the Americans stationed in Caserta during the war: the soldiers hired, let’s say so, farmers of the place, investing the role of opponents”.
A few filming, Saviano, were enough to reveal himself.
“But I take the depth of Domenico Brillatino with me. I have always talked about it well around and he tenderly once said to me: ‘I don’t know why you do it.’ Because he left me values.”
“Pallandist without a future. But he became a friend of Estiarte, a genius who in his career also played for the Volturno. But I pulled some fethechs who never took the door. Manuel is inside me, a champion of that thickness with a sense of almost unreachable professionalism”.
That one day he presents them …
“I was in Barcelona, I am invited to the Camp Nou practically to test a glass cube where Obama would then be hosted, shortly thereafter. In short, I almost do as a guinea pig. And Manu makes me known Messi, who does not know why he was compared to Maradona. Lionel is enormous, we would miss it, but Diego was a gift granted to Argentina, in Naples and in general.”
She was a child when El Pibe arrived.
“And I was 11 when with Argentina he won at San Paolo against the national team in Italy ’90. I confessed that there was a time when I cheered for him, like many. Diego gave us the opportunity to revolutionize the fate of fans, we had never won and he opened us to success. We loved him for his gaze, with his vices, for his generosity and for that everyday under axis, always”.
His love has been and remains basketball.
“The Scudetto of Caserta, with the Phonola, one of the most touching moments. A team of monsters, Shackleford in the lead, my idol, capable of giving the balance that the 50 points of Oscar, in previous years, could not guarantee. Marcelletti, son and heir of Tanjevic, managed to create a company, with a wonderful roster: Nando Gentile, Vincenzino Esposito, Everyone, everyone to love. But Shackleford was electrocuted for me: one day I went to the barber and asked him to make my hair like him.
She was a playmaker, of course.
“One meter and seventy -three. I was not even good for basketball. And my first team, it would seem irony, was called clan …”.
From the football field the “expelled” his father.
“It was also played on the street. He saw me once and pushed me to think of something else. On the other hand, he dragged me to the stadium and we still live in our visions: the phone calls begin affectionately and continue on their respective football opinions. Through his stories.
Napoli at the stadium for obvious reasons is impossible.
“I would like it, I could have gone – it would not have been easy, clearly – but at a certain point, he knows how the superstition is, I preferred to avoid. Do you want to see that we lose just in the hour and a half I am there? I said to myself”.
Four badges are not enough for her, it seems to understand.
“I want the star. De Laurentiis deserves her who, I understand him, lets the narrative on him stop at the football manager, while he must be recognized as the merit of having erupted the Camorra from the stadium. The presence of delinquency in the curves is re -emerging now, with the various investigations that have shown the silence of some properties”.
The footballer who enchants her today …
“Lobotka. It’s an intellectual. Without him, football is scribbled.”
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