The former gray -red defender tells his sixteen years on the field in Cremona, before about twenty seasons on the bench between the youth sector and the first team: “regrets? Nobody. That Serie A was infinitely better than now”
Mario and Luca try some number with tennis balls in training. The dribble does without problems and attracts the curiosity of the Cremonese warehouse worker, the historian Taiso: “Come on, try too. We launch them, you check them and try to dribble”. Mario and Luca exchange a smart look, as they do on the pitch: they have been stationed and stationed for months, the exuberance of twenty years kisses them on the front. Meanwhile, the warehouse worker is preparing: they launch a ball, then two, then three. Then the two look at each other again: “Go, it’s time”. And the warehouse worker is having to stop an egg, ending up staining his forehead and suit. In his heart, perhaps, he also laughs. Like Luca Viallli, from up there, and Mario Montorfano, from here, to see their Cremonese again in Serie A. One for the Grigiorossi is the superstar of the attack, the prodigy boy who after the promotion immediately ends up at the ambitious Samp from Mantovani. The other, Montorfano, remains in Cremona thirty -four years: youth sector, first team, observer, coach of the nursery and then of the first team. From his album of the memories, Jouar’s laughter peek, jokes with vialli, the outbursts of Mondonico, an illogical punishment of Alviero Chiorri. And also a shirt signed by Marco Van Basten: “What Lord, that time. And to think that we had just beaten him …”.