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Prato, December 13, 2020 – The saddest picture The funeral of Paolo Rossi tells, to read with memory and attention, the most beautiful joys. Thanks to a cut, a plane that excludes any other figure, the image is together, the chronicle of a farewell and two games of the 1982 World Cup. In the center always him, Paolo Rossi. In the wings, who today accompanies him in death, then gave the opportunity to be reborn to that center forward with a beautiful past and an uncertain present, in the early morning of July 5, 1982.
From right to left, Cabrini: his center that reached the advantage of Rossi in the 4 ‘of Italy Brazil. What marked and broke the spell of goals and self-esteem. With this assistance, Cabrini, who had already scored for Argentina, will put in the bank more capital of affection in the world and of fame towards himself. Beautiful, to continue as if nothing, after having missed the penalty with Germany. Because, in a final, it is also about these details.
In the center of the photo, the coffin in light wood. Paolo. Alone. The second goal against Brazil is his and only, without assistance. Rossi intercepts a horizontal passage between Brazilians, those passages that are also prohibited in the oratory, but that he had foreseen. Steal the ball, fly away, score. Thanks to him. Just his.
One step left, that’s it Tardelli. The hollow face, the look in which you can read every sleepless night, then from adrenaline, today from pain. In addition to the face, they affect the hands. They clung to the coffin, as if they wanted to dig into the wood and remain attached to it forever. For tensions and ribs, hands that speak, as in a painting by Dürer. Tardelli served Rossi the ball for the third goal. It was not a desired calligraphic assist like Cabrini’s, but a crooked shot, gone and little King Midas turned to gold. For Tardelli, it was the minute, the draft of ten and the praise paper that with the same foot, from the same point, he will deliver against Germany, releasing his cry.
The fourth side of the photo is Antognoni. His was neither a desired assist like Cabrini’s nor an involuntary one like Tardelli’s. It was a sacrificial aid. Antognoni scored 3-2. As Oriali passed, he scored and rejoiced. He turned and saw Israeli referee Klein called off for offside. From the same lump, Rossi had scored shortly before, in the same way, but a Brazilian, a step further, scored the goal well. The annulment of Antognoni’s goal was an aesthetic blow, which left the beauty of the measuring score intact, lengthened the penalty for the result in the present and made Zoff’s parade proverbial with the time expired. And he extended for eternity the myth of Paolo Rossi, the only winner of Brazil, exclusive holder of 3 to 2. As the first-born who takes all the inheritance. Also for Antognoni there is an omen for the final. The sacrifice of that goal will be magnified in the absence against Germany by the studs of a Pole, who in the semifinals will hurt his foot. In a group photo with the World Cup won, Antognoni, in the light-colored suit, will be the only one not to smile. Maybe only in that photo, but in that one.
Friends who now, on his shoulders, they support his body, so they specifically supported his sporting resurrection. Nice to imagine that it is no coincidence that Cabrini, Tardelli and Antognoni arranged themselves in that order, accompanying Paolo rossi on the last trip.
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