Paolo Rossi, the memory of Tardelli that you cannot stop reading

12/11/2020 Italy, World



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“Click. Dark. This morning at dawn, answering Michel’s call like an automaton (Platini, ed.), The light inside me went out. Dark tone, no tears, no words, nothing at all. Just darkness and an indescribable bottleneck of emotions stuck in the throat. To take my breath away. “

This is the memory of Paolo Rossi that Marco Tardelli, another 1982 world champion from Spain, entrusts to La Stampa. “I can’t, I told myself, today I can’t talk or write about Paolo – writes the former Juventus and National Team midfielder -. A brother who leaves for no reason and without warning. Then I thought that lately I have been looking for you, in a panic, as if feeling something inside and I have not been able, if not by text message or through Federica, to tell you what I wanted. And then, forcing my closed and modest character, of which you smiled funny and happy, I try to tell you here, brother in the field and in life. Brother of joy, of light, of pure and total happiness. It is difficult, I would say impossible for me to remember everything we have experienced together. Beautiful, unique, unrepeatable moments. Together in trouble».

“Together in the pain and isolation of that ’82 World Cup in which we seemed to be alone against the world and then suddenly masters of the whole world – continues the former Inter coach -. Young, invincible, there we even feel beautiful and irresistible, just as the Italians saw us who have always filled us with love until now with all of Italy crying for you. On July 5, 1982, against Brazil, you managed to turn my crooked shot into a liberating goal that I later tried to make you believe was a great pass. But with you everything turned out great. And then on July 11 our resurrection, your goal, the hugs with which we have suffocated you, that bright smile that I will never forget joy, strength, brotherhood, that return to the field with the Cup, intoxicated with joy. But even more than that, our sleepless nights playing in the hallways, the children playing to save the world. Telephone jokes, goliardistas jokes with Gaetano and Antonio, and then that veil of sadness that often crossed your mobile and intelligent eyes, that enormous sense of responsibility towards a country that looked at us as a harbinger of the future.

Pertini, Bearzot, our life and football teacher and all Italians. Apron, sweaty in the stands to cry and rejoice with us. Finally a country united by our victory. A miracle, but the miracle performed by a group of young people who still today, almost 40 later, feel like family. Who knows if from up there you are reading the disorientation that travels in our chat messages … maybe you smile thinking about that clumsy and excited performance with Francesco De Gregori, just a year ago before the light went out. And then Paolo – concludes Tardelli – today give gaetano a kiss And hug the Vecio for me too. You start to play sooner or later we will meet again …».