The Scottish cold who falls madly in love with Naples, the Genoan golden child who scores two goals: in a fought but mediocre championship, there are emotions that purify and save us
The ending of the championship almost always makes you cry, like certain films that squeeze your heart. On Friday, kneeling on the ground, Scott MCTominay cried all the rain of Scotland in the city of the sun. He entered the child in Old Trafford, believed in the lie, and then discover that the real theater of dreams is in Naples, at the foot of a volcano. On a fairytale night, after the goal-scolded, overwhelmed by the love of a people, the best player in Italy, he broke out crying and the emotion dictated him an exclamation in Neapolitan. Braveheart became Masaniello who won the north crowns. On Saturday he cried Lorenzo Venturino, born on June 22, 2006, the day in which Materazzi and Pippo Inzaghi swept away the Czech Republic. Born under the sign of Berlin, Lorenzo scored his first, beautiful, goal in Serie A and then he ran to run with eyes from Fabio Grosso: “I don’t believe it!”. He tear of joy, convinced that life is the wonderful thing, scripted by Frank Capra. Woe to those who deny it … Sunday mourned Eusebio Di Francesco with sadness. Relegated to the last, as in Frosinone. The applause of the fans who appreciated his football were dried in his eyes. If Venice went down it is because of too many imperfect individualities who have spoiled many good games. Eusebio, a beautiful person, has never pointed the finger at anyone. It will go up, like a tide. It was a fought, but mediocre championship, there was more about VAR than of technical magic. Tears purify. As long as football excites us, we are safe.