“They forgot about Pasolini, do you want me to remember me?”: In his total nonconformism, Ezio Vendrame has never been a prisoner of the world of football
It was the Pasolini of football. A poet who loved beauty, harmony, courage. And that, with the lightness that only the greats have, he knew how to get against the current and row to defend their ideas. Ezio Vendrame had stuck the cursed label on him, if the cursed identifies himself with a man who does not accept the rules, and dribbles to build his own parallel world in which only he can live.