Alessandro had been cut from Asti’s youth sector but he knew how to write. And when he got his hands on a set of FIGC letterheads he launched an extraordinary career around the United Kingdom
He was the strongest of all, without ever having been. Nobody played football like him, for the simple reason that he had never played it. He was a virtual footballer, fake and counterfeit, a champion of fraud who for some time gave it to everyone to drink, showing off a competitive face and an unparalleled ability to deceive others. For years he has moved in that borderland where he reigns and the clever ones beat the naive ones 3-0, without extra time. His story would even be funny if it weren’t for the tragic ending. His name was Alessandro Zarrelli and his name is not immediately attributable to a face, it is one of many in the endless alphabet of the world. It could be said that he is a little figure who has never found peace in the football album, despite elbowing and pasting his ambitions almost everywhere, wherever he happened to be and where he managed to sneak in.