The director of La Gazzetta: "It was not an apocalypse, it did not have the biblical greatness, nor was it a catastrophe, the daughter of cynical destiny and baroque." Blue bastion is sunk in chaos for the sole and exclusive responsibility of men. excluding"
Italy year zero. Buffon's tears and the silly silence of San Siro weigh like a tombstone on which the verdict will be imprisoned without appeals: Russia's goodbye, we are out of the World Cup as it did not happen from the far end of 1958. It is one of the blackest pages in our sporting history, one brutal slap in addition to incalculable damage to a country that lives and breathes football ...
The endless disappointment of the 70,000 on the booths and the many millions who have suffered in front of the tv adds the feeling that the big words flown on the eve, in fact, were wrong by default. It was not an apocalypse, it did not have the biblical greatness. Not even a catastrophe, daughter of cynical destiny and baroque. The overwhelming match of the National against Sweden, an opponent of infinite modesty, has looked rather like a shipwreck and guilty. Having made the proper proportions, the Titanic's sporting equivalent: ballasted by a load of softness and pride, the blue bastion sank into chaos for the sole and exclusive responsibility of men. No one excluded. Easy, easy to handle with the coach. But the sins of our captain of misfortune, the more host than the master of his boat, do not absolve the crew or even the shipowner. All under accusation: Ventura, the players, the Federation, the whole organization of our football, politics. With the possible media contest of the media, perhaps it has not signaled with even more energy the icebergs on the horizon. All called upon to pay the salty price of non-qualification pro quota.
Italy year zero. Buffon's tears and the silly silence of San Siro weigh like a tombstone on which the verdict will be imprisoned without appeals: Russia's goodbye, we are out of the World Cup as it did not happen from the far end of 1958. It is one of the blackest pages in our sporting history, one brutal slap in addition to incalculable damage to a country that lives and breathes football ...
The endless disappointment of the 70,000 on the booths and the many millions who have suffered in front of the tv adds the feeling that the big words flown on the eve, in fact, were wrong by default. It was not an apocalypse, it did not have the biblical greatness. Not even a catastrophe, daughter of cynical destiny and baroque. The overwhelming match of the National against Sweden, an opponent of infinite modesty, has looked rather like a shipwreck and guilty. Having made the proper proportions, the Titanic's sporting equivalent: ballasted by a load of softness and pride, the blue bastion sank into chaos for the sole and exclusive responsibility of men. No one excluded. Easy, easy to handle with the coach. But the sins of our captain of misfortune, the more host than the master of his boat, do not absolve the crew or even the shipowner. All under accusation: Ventura, the players, the Federation, the whole organization of our football, politics. With the possible media contest of the media, perhaps it has not signaled with even more energy the icebergs on the horizon. All called upon to pay the salty price of non-qualification pro quota.
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