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the Best immediately refers me to Cabrini, the first person I wanted to hear from yesterday morning. Rossi and Cabrini, Pablito and Cabro, champions and inseparable men and figures. Very similar, then. I simply said: Antonio, the memory must be yours, write it for us and for everyone. And he did not evade. “Nine years in the national team, the same room, always together, Rossi-Cabrini …“A long pause before continuing:”I lost my second brother, four and a half months after Ettore, who was three years older than me. Ettore died at the end of July, a heart attack … We looked alike, Paolo and I, but he had a deactivation capacity that I have not found in anyone else, I don’t know if because of the desire to build a life that is proof of anguish and pain. . It was as good as bread, it made you smile especially in difficult times. In the period when he was only able to train with us at Juventus, due to the disqualification, he never brought negativity, sad thoughts, melancholy, understandable anger to the locker room. He was discreet, reserved. Even about the disease, none of the boys knew anything. We suspected things were not going well at all because he hadn’t been in our chat for over a month. Out of modesty, I didn’t ask Federica what she had, maybe she didn’t even want to know the full truth. When I learned this morning that Paolo was no longer there, that I could no longer hear or know him, I felt a terrible sense of emptiness. It took away the smile, the lightness».
The memory often turns sweet. “Finishing in the same room was almost natural, in 1978, in Argentina, he and I surprised Bearzot, we occupied the last two free places of the twenty-two. Same age, Paolo a year older, two boys, also bullied. The harmony was immediate, natural. Two scales».
Spain, the World Cup, the gossip, the controversies, the very heavyweight, the blackout of the press, the journalistic divisions, the surprising and contrasted undertakings, the most beautiful title of all. “On the night of victory we live in a corridor in front of our rooms. We did not realize what we had done. What the hell have we done? we repeat ourselves. We did not know what was happening in Italy. Only when we landed in Ciampino with the presidential plane, Pertini was with us, did we realize that we had really succeeded. Forty thousand people were waiting for us, Paolo the national hero, he had scored six goals, he the top scorer … Now I realize that talking about that does me good. I’ve never seen it dark, Paolo was fantastic. I remember the Spanish nights that never ended. In those days, the curfew started at half past ten. Everyone in the room. And while we were watching television, who knocked on the door and entered? The coyote. Tardelli: Marco never slept, Bea (Bearzot, editor’s note) had renamed him that way precisely because the coyote does not sleep at night. It was almost a ritual, our room was the obligatory stop on his pilgrimage: around midnight Bea looked toward the door and realizing that we were still awake and that Marco was with us began to swear: “You must sleep! , tomorrow there is training! And you, Marco, you have to run because we face this and that player“. At that precise moment Paolo and I understood that it would not end there, because the Bea We begin to describe the characteristics of the opponents by explaining how we should have faced them. I and Paoloexhausted, we look at each other hoping that the Bea and Marco They left and finally made us sleep Usually it never happened before half past one».
«But memories are not only associated with football, at that stage of our life. We have been linked for more than forty years, we share the joys and even the sufferings, we love each other and our families remain very close.». Cabrini he drew from the palette of the soul tints and shades of rare depth, the depth that only simplicity and spontaneity can achieve, then he returned to reality. To a pain that tries to mask.
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