He finally resigned. We are talking about the president of the FIGC Gravina that after the meeting with the members of the Federal Council decided to throw the sponge. Someone said he left for two wrong rigours. No, I’m saying, he leaves for two world-wide failed a few years.
Drama, sporty but not only, also political, symbolic, economic, marketing, poetic, anthropological, generational, which is added to the disadventure of the Tavecchio-Ventura couple. There are three worlds missing in 12 years.
The last time we went out to Brazil to the qualifying rounds, played by Uruguay. Four years earlier, humiliated by small Slovakia. Then humiliated by the very small North Macedonia. Now modest Bosnia. Germany, France, Spain, England, Argentina are already in another series. Maybe we’ll only see them in friendly.
But let us return to the political and ethical question of resignation in our country. On Tuesday evening, late evening, the stone convoys of that surreal press conference we saw said: resign all immediately and in chorus. Nothing personal, but everyone failed in their managerial role. Buffon boh, Ringhio cries, and Gravina tries to throw it on politicians. And he says there is an obsession with him.
The Minister of Sport Abodi has defeated him and even a majority and opposition, which fight on everything, agrees to ask Prime Minister Meloni to lodge him. Let’s miss the gaffe on other sports and other sportsmen who are doing great Italy, but when you are wrong at these levels you immediately resign yourself to motu proprio.
The motives of this deep crisis of our football we have told them all in recent years until exhaustion, Galliani is right, one of the possible heirs, to say “what a beard that bored, what a beard that boredom”. We are not victims of our history, it is that we no longer know how to read the present time.
My son Ale when he drove us crazy in Berlin was in my wife’s belly. Maybe he’ll be a sports journalist, he’s a milanist, but in San Siro he’s running an American fund. A little further on Lake Como there is a former team that risks going to Champions with money and non-Italian intelligence. They do not play Italians in Como and Milan gives almost nothing to the national team.
I think that’s enough and left. Good luck to those who will come even if in addition to luck we need work, skills, organization, vision. To have a dream in the drawer also needs the drawer.
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