Paolo Rossi and ‘his’ Turin: all the places of Pablito, in the city he loved as much as Juventus



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It was a wonderful trip being Paolo Rossi. Even more beautiful, if you can, was becoming one. There has been no other man who has fought against time like him: very quickly, when the world realized his talent with a clean face; motionless, when the velvet on which he lay began to burn in the cauldron of that phrase. That also helped. Suffering always works. It helped Paul to become Pablito and crown the dream of a generation that even those who did not experience it miss.

YOUR TURIN – Who knows: if those feet on the ground had not been imposed by the judge of destiny, perhaps the vision of the Great Mother would have seemed different to him. More postcard-worthy, less touching. A point of arrival and not perpetually a state of departure. From all the pain, physical and mental, Rossi learned never to be satisfied. Which is quite a cliché, for the man with the most common name of all and a lean but not at all fragile physique. For many it was the secret of a profoundly different and profoundly different success: he never had the superhero cape, regardless of the goals and everything he won; he was one of the family, also for that reason the memory is more intimate and the pain more insistent. Also for this reason, all of Italy mourns him and not just Prato. Or Vicenza. Or Perugia. Or Turin, the you Torino. Where he lived two phases of that wonderful, intense and unforgettable career: the first, in 1972, when he was just 16 years old. Because Cattolica Virtus, a Florentine team affiliated with Juventus, was not enough. Not that talent. (in the photo: via San Quintino 4 Bis, the boarding school where Rossi lived with his classmates at that time)

FROM THE BOARD – Young and beautiful, rich and with a future to write with the most elegant pens. Starts from Via San Quintino 4 bis the history of Turin by Paolo Rossi. From the Tuscan province, the jump was a concentration of refinement from the city center. Today it is full of shops and ladies in furs, and there is reason to believe that all that charm existed just under fifty years ago. When life was easier and times were more difficult. When Paolo ran to the Combi with Primavera and lived day to day divided by a joke with the Moroccan, a smile with Brio, a shot between Gasperini and Verza. Barely a year and he tried to jump to the first team: he had no luck, or maybe he was not prepared. But it matters what it was, never the other way around. And it was all for Vicenza, even that second Perugia. It was the trauma of not having a ball to kick anymore and it was Boniperti’s saving call: a year before his return to the field, a year after the hardest moment. ‘Are you coming to Turin?’ And Turin had already changed, because it was he who changed. (In the photo: Gran Madre area, central Turin. In the pre-mountainous area, a few meters from one of the most important churches in Turin, lived Paolo Rossi. On the right, the bar where he used to have breakfast).

GREAT MOTHER – A descent without limits, the Vittorio Emanuele bridge and the square. Immense. Paolo Rossi tried to pass the time even when he looked out the window: the wonder of his house in the area of ​​the Great Mother gave the most powerful image of the Po. Flowing constant and direct. Which was a bit borderline, and that was the usual life lesson: patience is needed, even when moments pass the shores and everything seems to sink. Like in the World Cup, when the river exploded in just one week. As in the field, when in the furious fight he managed not to lose sight of the sphere and deposit it in the goal. The lawyer was, as always, a step forward: “When you don’t know who scores, Paolo Rossi scores.”
(in the photo: the restaurant ‘Da Mauro’, where Paolo Rossi had lunch almost every day)

THE ROUTINE – Anyone who knew Paolo in those years tells a routine of magazines and dreams come true. In the morning, I usually go to the Grand Bar, the croissant isvery clear‘, a reinterpretation of the cappuccino with which he opened the day, opening only the first of many and very wide smiles. On the saddest day, there are shutters closed and souls in pain. It seems almost symbolic, a tribute from others. times. Like those ‘Da Mauro’, the restaurant in via Maria Vittoria, behind the Egyptian Museum: behind a large darkened window, you can glimpse the breath of the past, and the air of a usual place, and lunchtime lunch and laughter. thunderous, and friends, and forever lost time and never found again. Every moment, The very normal life of Paolo Rossi was able to overcome the myth. Without granting space for the character, not even when the working-class city laid eyes on the long walks through the tree-lined avenues of the center. Or in those fields of Vanchiglia, where his old friends Cabrini and Tardelli lived, with whom he shared the road to Combi, the training ground a step away from the Municipal. I was in house. Juventus home. For every moment of this world, past, present and future, even the house of Paolo Rossi. (in the photo: the Olympic stadium in Turin, the former ‘municipal stadium’. It was the scene of their Juventus shows)



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