A cheeky boy who doesn’t brand himself. US basketball slowly opening up to the rest of the world. A contractual dispute. A film that makes a bang. A dream night. The story of the Italian who paved the way from here to the NBA
ORoday one no longer pays attention to it, the NBA tank top is standard streetwear here too. Thirty years ago no, you saw some rappers do it on MTV. The USA is too far away and above all that basketball is too far away, made up of flights, of epic duels of which only the echo reached us, of ebony giants. Even the mere thought that an Italian could play with it seemed absurd, and as always happens, the difference between unreal and real lies in a feat. Not monumental, even small, a step. And Vincenzo Esposito climbed that step. He put the Italian flag on the NBA basketball globe. He suffered, he distorted his nature, he became sad but he also demonstrated that yes, it could be done.