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He immediately understood Naples: he always knew that he cannot resist average men and that what is not mediocre cannot succeed here.
Of the ten-year history of De Laurentiis in Naples, the two thousandth will remain the annus mirabilis.
Of all the institutional figures of the last half century, it is difficult for me to point out one that can be even remotely compared to the President of Naples for frank pragmatism, cruelty of judgment, and lack of scruples in action. Here all of us, all of us, in this newspaper, in others, in virtual forums, in the streets, we speak wearily about Naples and its role, the supposed idea that underlies it (it is a place of the soul, it is an ethereal memory, it is with or without rescue), of what it represents for him and for the rest of the world. However, while we talk about jokes in general without consequences, Aurelio De Laurentiis is the only one who keeps the city and its citizens in a closed and secure fist. Where are the mayors with their desks overflowing with terracotta puffins, where are the counters in defense of the city, where are the governors with flamethrowers? Gentlemen, only De Laurentiis understood us from the first moment. That is why he invested without hesitation and decisively. Real money. He played, he also had fun, but he never had doubts. There were times when we felt like the game was getting out of hand. It never happened, we know today. There was a part of society, even a cheerleader, who dreamed of climbing who knows what heavens. When it happened, De Laurentiis smiled and sent all rude to adjacent areas Insigne sent referee Massa a few days ago. And since Naples has it in his pocket, he has only adhered to known commandments on the show to address the critical issue of leaving the scene.
To an Italy seduced by happy degrowth, De Laurentiis contrasted the happy decline with a leap forward in geological ages. During the biblical three days, he destroyed and rebuilt his court, to which he brought scores of common men. Anyone among us, even in that carbonari den that is the editorial board of this newspaper, still has, hidden, dark but alive, a ray of hope. The idea that … well, we talked about it, but it cannot remain unaltered and unchanging in the shadow of Vesuvius. People will notice the differences. Aurelio, on the other hand, remained the only and perhaps the last realist, almost a positivist of feelings, the man who believes only in what he sees. And he never gave a chance in Naples, never, because he knows that it is not a requirement. In fact, he has always known that Naples would never escape the call of an army of middle men. Sarri wrapped him there and he lived there for three years. Genius.
De Laurentiis is a giant. It is he who, in this sea of illusions that have become veritable avalanches of collective madness in these months, shows that the most schizophrenic mania is to believe that in this city what is not mediocre can triumph. Even we Evertonists believed it. We hadn’t realized that Aurelio was getting upset in the meantime.
All my sincere admiration goes to this man who, as a virologist of feelings, has vivisected, brought and observed in the laboratory quintalates of the so-called blue hearts and never put any useless rhetoric before reality.
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