The best team in the world decided to stop its history and its eternity to begin an afternoon of May sixty years ago in the rain, crashing on a hill in the city that he loved them. With the fifth consecutive championship in the safe, returning from a friendly in Portugal, where for all grenade Ironically, they had lost. They, who never missed. They, who the year before they had finished the championship with 16 points ahead of the second, scoring 33 and conceding 125 networks. They, the Italian national team when he lined up ten owners. They, who won 10-0 on a Sunday and made a goal Grezar tow chest the ball returned by the door and pulling the fly from midfield. Them, the Grande Torino. A dry lightning, deafening and silent against the back wall of the Basilica di Superga. Them, Bacigalupo - Ballarin - Maroso - Grezar - Rigamonti - Castilian - Mind - Loik - Gabetto - Mazzola - Ossola knew and everyone knows it by heart. In a pinch they left, but actually stayed for more than if they were aged like everyone else.
Gianpaolo Ormezzano that Toro has written and lived a lifetime, tells them as a set of good players, not very good. All universal, no extraterrestrial. The President Ferruccio Novo had built this wonder with the help of hidden, so Piedmont, by Vittorio Pozzo, coach of the National eminence grenade advised that the most precious pieces. Without phenomena, few virtues techniques. None as the Grande Torino, however, had a sense of constant utility, the sense of team, and representation: Coppi and Bartali were Italy who won the Tour, they were in Italy. Today, the only link of this club to the soccer museum in Coverciano, among the dozens of blue shirts, is that 10 of the grenade with Valentino Mazzola, the captain. That was not a sublime mix of avant la lettre Cruiff and Di Stefano, but he had a charisma, a unique and exceptional power. Mazzola, when it decided that there was more to anybody, there was more to anyone. When the Taurus was in the trumpet sounded the charge Bolmida from the stands. It was the signal agreed: Mazzola rolled up their sleeves, watching her, and in a quarter of an hour to overturn the result. With Lazio on May 30 '48 Torino lost 0-3. Within minutes it was 4-3. The quarter of an hour grenade. Even Umberto Agnelli, a student in Rome, after a 7-1 against a team which will be Totti, boasted of Turin with fellow students. No grenade could never do the same for a victory cousins. Because of the superiority complex.
Like the Greek hero who died young, wrote many. But most of the Greek heroes. They have taught the people that football is a serious matter, because anything to do with his life, because there is death. And every nation that rises on May 4, climbs to visit them. At the Mass of Father Aldo Rabino ultras sit alongside the head and the old gentleman who has seen all games at home, a child with the father and Claudio Sala, the right wing of the last championship, a young girl and Zaccarelli, a former captain always moved. Then he goes out and goes to the gravestone, in silence. Little by little we are all. When Paul arrives Pulici is like seeing an old friend, the plan is greeted with applause, a bit 'Savoy. In place of the impact of the captain on duty Turin law the names of the Invincibles. No this will never be the height of that team. Perhaps this awareness is the curse of Turin, but also his fortune at that moment is not even a suspicion that this is so. At that moment it's all one thing.
There is a technique to understand what the Grande Torino, you come to breathe the air, once it was nell'antistadio of Philadelphia (four years without losing a game on that field), where the old and looked like it had always been there told the Bull . Now that a few bricks of Philadelphia have remained in that air is those people who comes up every 4 May, and explaining to their children that the Taurus was unbeatable, Bacigalupo on goal that was a cat, Ossola was impregnable, and then go to the stadium to cheer for Whites and Sereni. Mazzola told that when he saved a goal into an empty net stopping heeled the ball kicked by an opponent who had already lowered his arms high in a sign of joy and return with bowed head mid-field. Did not have time to get there, though: when, just outside the box, looked up at his door, he saw that Mazzola scored a goal. That opponent was Giampiero Boniperti, the team Juventus.
Superga funeral is not a memory, as is a certain point he says that these people are right even if the football is always something cooler and less poetic. While grudgingly before Rotters now wear those colors, every fan knows that the fate fans Toro. Only, sometimes takes strange routes. Coming up the slope leading to the basilica of Superga is natural to go around. Before you look at the view over the city, it is natural to go and see where he was born myth. Any shell was fan, May 4, 1949. Although there was still there. Every time you are there, in front of the plaque with the names, you feel - suddenly - the noise of the airplane that comes behind those hills whose mists wrote the final word. And suddenly you roar, fog, rain, crash, fire, metal, silence. Too quiet. Where are the samples? I am no longer here. Already have gone on to win it all back the other way. Forever.
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Piero Vietti
There is a way to understand the Grande Torino, you come here and Superga a 4 May - [The Foglio.it> The Day]
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