[ad_1]
On March 2, in his own way, happily driving through the Bucine hills with the queue going back and forth, Paolo Rossi gave us this interview. It was intended for an insert of the Corriere della Sera which, due to the blockade, has never seen the light. We publish it because everything Pablito is inside. Origins, loves, dreams come true and still dreaming. The unbearable lightness of being Paolo Rossi: from Prato to the world without taking himself too seriously.
“I was born at home on Sunday at three, while my father listened to the comments of Fiorentina,” he says in “How long a moment”, the biography signed with his wife Federica Cappelletti. The destiny already written by a Paolo Rossi not just anyone. 38 years have passed since the Bernabéu field with Zoff very serious, Causio with the naked torso, Selvaggi and Massaro with the reserve suit, Tardelli hoarse from the scream, Bergomi mustachioed, Bearzot venerable Vecio. The best night of our life. And his.
How was the childhood of a child who came into the world on September 23, 1956, the year of the Curtain Games, the first session of the Constitutional Court, the Oscar alla Magnani, the sinking of the Andrea Doria?
“Very happy. Father Vittorio is an accountant in a fabric company, mother Amelia is a seamstress. The house was a seaport: she went in and out to go to the nearby olive grove to play football.”
Have you ever been tempted to turn into something else?
«I had the idea of being an astronaut: the image of Neil Armstrong on the moon, on July 20, 1969, was engraved on me. I was 12 years old. Grandpa, but how did they do it? And him: they paved the way and climbed … Brilliant! ».
What power did a rolling ball have over her?
“Being thin has never been an impediment: it was a different football, it could be compensated with other skills. When I graduated in Accounting, I saw in my eyes the desire to find a safe place, with the thirteenth and fourteenth at the end of the year: the bank. But I wanted football ».
The biggest sacrifice?
“The sacrifices are made by those who work in the mine. Soccer was first a pleasure, then a very welcome profession. My family made the sacrifice: to see me leave the house at 3 p.m., without knowing if and when I would return. I know my mother suffered. But there the good for the son prevailed: let him continue on his way, he told himself.
Modern, mom.
Well, we were actually a traditionalist family, but mine has never been meddlesome. A miracle, if today I think of parents ».
How did you reward them with anticipated earnings?
«At Juve I bought a Fiat 127 for my father, with a 50% discount. But our affection was never made of material things. We lived, very worthy, of what there was.
What values of your parents did you want to transmit to their children?
«Simplicity: for me it is a value. Mine were so easy to read, to interpret: honest, with important principles. And I also with my three children. From my father I took precision in things, from the will and goodness of my mother ».
Is Paolo Rossi a bulky dad?
«In my family I have always tried to belittle the achievements of sport, but without feeling guilty: I liked football and I tried to win everything I could. Alessandro is 38 years old, he was born in the year of the World Cup: perhaps he is the one who suffered the most with my popularity. Maria Vittoria and Sofia Elena grew up with the Ballon d’Or as an ornament, joking about it.
What are you most proud of?
“About family, and it’s not rhetoric. If you are calm at home, you have everything. In the end, it is daily life that fills you, not a World Cup, however extraordinary it may be. That evaporates. I have the privilege of being able to do what I like: soccer school, agritourism, wine, TV, the board of directors of Vicenza Calcio ».
Which relic are you most attached to?
«The blue shirt number 20 of the game against Brazil, the hat-trick in the World Cup. I collected the memories in a traveling exhibition, two trucks that cross Italy. I have requests from Dubai! ».
Coming back, would you do it all again, Paolo?
“Every thing. To be fussy, I would like to play the 78 World Cup in Argentina again: that Italy could have done it in the final. But it is true that the lost World Cup helped win the title in ’82, which was so joyous.
And in a thousand years, how would you like to be remembered?
“Like Pablito. Or Paolorossi. All attacked ».
December 11, 2020 (change December 11, 2020 | 08:18)
© REPRODUCTION RESERVED
[ad_2]
