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As is often the case, Italian football shows its two faces: while Agnelli in the Eca looks at the moon of the difficulties that football is about to face in the coming years, instead of the usual finger of the miserable moviolare themes of these parts, De Laurentiis, yet once, showed little respect for the rules and everything around him, going from the old cursing and helmetless leaks to decidedly more serious behavior in the League. Despite the symptoms, he sits serenely in a room with his colleagues only to discover his positivity, forcing participants to stay home and undergo the necessary checks, hoping there hasn’t been enough time for an infection. Needless to say more, better to go back to the field.
In this exhausting session of the transfer market, Juve tries to greet some heroes of recent years, who are no longer central to the project: the closest to leaving us is Higuaín, only De Laurentiis’ former student. Who at that moment was yelling at the traitor Pipita, forgetting that he had set the price: give me 90 million and it’s yours, I can’t wait, like in a store. Now that I think about it, how difficult is it to evaluate Gonzalo. The most recent image remains, of a forward always splendid in the opening of the game but less and less offensive, less fast and incisive in front of goal, unable to make Cristiano Ronaldo’s number 9 Juventus starter.
There is the even less effective of the year of purgatory between Milan and Chelsea. But there is also and especially the other Higuaín, the one who arrives precisely with that plate attached to his name, starts from the bench in his debut against Fiorentina, enters and, otherwise there would be no fairy tales, after a rebound the The ball ends up right on its feet, which despite being out of sight, marks the winning goal. Delirium.
And I don’t want to use Google to review and remember goals, it only counts what comes to mind: I’m at the Stadium, Sassuolo arrives and immediately scores two great goals, which makes me look at him in disbelief and wonder if he really is that easy. life, with a great center forward like him. Decisive goal in the derby, against Roma with Manolas who ends up on the ground, against Milan. The thousand goals against Napoli, the team whose fans no longer pronounce their name: league, Italian Cup, Turin, Naples, with or without a hand, in all conditions there is the image of a Koulibaly who cannot take it or a shot that Even before we leave, we already know how it will end. The semifinal against Monaco, but even more so the goal in London against Tottenham and, if possible even more, the brilliant save and assistance from Paulino who flies while Higuaín is standing, immobile, on his knees waiting for Dybala’s left foot. take us forward in the Cup. And then of course, I have not forgotten and Google is useless, there is the goal of the goals, when perhaps the relegation phase has already begun, in San Siro, with the rival above 2- 1 in the absence of a minute but no. they manage to lock up the fort: Cuadrado scores, Pipita decides it and then goes to the usual circus of complaints, alibis, imaginary referee relationships and so on. All for you, dear Gonzalo.
And I do not enter into contractual matters: I am always with Juventus but I know well that if you have a contract it is your right to fully protect it, or at least to seek the most convenient agreement. The data that matters, in my opinion, are only two. The first, the most cynical: today Gonzalo Higuaín can no longer be Juventus’ center forward. So goodbye, with gratitude and without regrets. The second, the most romantic: thank you, Pipita, you wrote them all down, you joked them all. So while the world keeps talking about a wrong purchase, the bills that don’t add up, a story gone wrong, we know it’s the exact opposite. Before saying goodbye, dear Gonzalo, we were happy, but very happy.
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