Inter, the count of sighs

The man of 2021 could be Antonio Conte, which one of Pioli – at the moment in front of everyone in the ranking – it is basically the opposite for mature experiences, tactical concepts, sense of relationships and also of communication. In the next five months Conte will have to bring the Scudetto back to Inter with a team that he considers even lower than you and no stronger than Milan, Naples me Rome; the team of a company that last summer put its biggest chip Judge (Antonio did not consider it a priority purchase) and that – as, but even more than others – is going through a very complicated period: non-existent income and therefore deferred salaries, canceled reinforcement operations, obligation to return several million and the hypothesis of at minus one heavy pitch in June. Also, it is now the mandate to sell assigned gives Suning to Rothschild.

When he chose Inter, preferring them to Rome still of Pallotta, Conte was convinced that he was entering a world of infinite and consequential resources and ambitions technical investments, a club capable of meeting your needs on the pitch to open up to a future of titles and more than natural line-ups you. In the last year, however, things have changed a lot: the Chinese government and the pandemic have created all kinds of difficulties for the property, to the point that the realignment meeting is necessary in late December of which Conte cannot be satisfied: he looked for improvements, he was presented flattening.

Marotta and derivatives have committed themselves as never before to transmit messages of support to the technician and the team to the outside world, underlining the extraordinary unity of purpose derived from the awareness of the moment and the step “the Scudetto would be a miracle»As a principle. But if there is a year in which one cannot speak of a miracle, it is precisely this, since it commands the most surprising of the gods. Milan, While Juve and Naples They go out of their way to show weaknesses.

And yet for me it remains, Conte, the man of 2021, despite the warnings that my insistent self repeats, urging me to change the “title” in the first place: man of the year or technician of the year? The subconscious suggests prudence, even fears the aversion of the Count himself: how dare they compare me with Pioli? I won (and lowered the list), he nothing. I invented intensity, fury, chaos (absent for nine months), I squeezed Italy, I conquered England. He has become Mr. Normal: do you want to wear?

And then – insists the inner voice – don’t you see how he avoids any favorable prognosis considering it a threat? A sentence to win? Fortunately, I am a reporter, not a psychologist. And in any case the (most anticipated) man of the year is him: Count Antonio, not Giuseppi. Be happy and enjoy.