The former bomber: “There is pressure on the race with Cagliari but the team will be able to tame it. And it deserves the title”
And Ppure seems yesterday, with that thread of anxiety that separates the ecstasy from the torment, the mass delirium with a collective psychodrama: April 29, 1990, there is a city upside down, the devastated brain and the happiness that is wrapped in a cloud of fear. And the time, immobile, seems to have stopped or perhaps they simply reworked the gods. Antonio Careca the previous week had opened the doors to the historical company of the second Scudetto scudetto by sculating the first goal in the 4-2 victory in Bologna and now he is exhausted (just as if he had played) and yet optimistic to scrutinize that sky that belongs to him from afar: it happened, on that romantically unforgettable Sunday, to find himself among the stars, to definitively overturn the fate to then leave, proud. “And it will happen today too.” Because Caré, Caré, Caré pulls the “bombs” to the heart of Naples.