One month ago... at this exact moment THE match was still going on. We didn't know if we would be World Champions or not. A whole country and all its nationals abroad (and there are many) were stick to a TV screen or to a giant screen in a public square, in a bar, at the beach.
I was in Toronto, eating my nails, nervous, with tears in my eyes...and hoping!
And then penalties... I thought, and for sure many did, it was over. We never managed to pass penalty kicks... but we DID it this time. No one did a mistake. Last penalty: Grosso! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL! GOL GOL GOL (I know is Goal in English...but as everyone I was just thinking, speaking and screaming in Italian). It's history, we did it! My first World Cup (that I can remember, since I only had 6 months when we won last time).
So many years following the World Cup and hoping...and never managing to do it. The first World Cup I remember it was in 1990. I was in Italy because my Grandma was being visited by a Doctor and we all were there. I remember when we were in the Rasiglio house (Emilia Romagna) of a fiend of my Grandma, watching the TV. Then Maradona stop our dream. Then 1994, I was in Argentina, in an Italian school. We were just a few those who dared to wear an Italian t-shirt during the World Cup. The teachers let us watch the Argentinean matches during school hours, but not the Italian ones. So we managed with some italian schoolmates to follow it somehow...usually hiding a little radio during the class hours. And we got until the final. And then penalties, Robi Baggio missed it. We were off. 1998 and 2002 World Cups weren't very good. I followed both from Switzerland. In the first one we were out very early, in the second one we were stopped by Ecuador, not by South Korea. Just try to type Byron Moreno and you will understand. You will see that no one forgot.
And then 2006, I am in Canada. I followed every Italian match. I hoped. During the match I would imagine people in Italy watching the game. In the bars, squares, beaches and at home. And all those Italians abroad wrapped in their flag and doing the same I was doing at that moment. Then the moment we were waiting for so many years came. We won! And we don't care about people saying bad things about Italy, Italians, the Italian football (soccer), Italia mafia...we don't care. We won!!!
I found this text on an Italian blog (in Italian) that shows all the emotions a whole country felt in just disconnected words.
SIAMO CAMPIONI DEL MONDO!
IL CIELO E AZZURRO SOPRA BERLINO!
GRAZIE RAGAZZI! FORZA AZZURRI!
(http://pulp.blog.kataweb.it/il_mio_weblog/2006/08/un_mese_fa.html?rep=rephpsbsx)UN MESE FA
Cannavaro, Buffon, scommesse, intercettazioni, Moggi, serie B, ritiriamo la squadra, guidorossi, figlio di Lippi, gea, si parte, non mi dimetto, confermo Lippi.
Il Brasile dell’Africa, Pirlo la mette, Iacquinta e siamo una squadra fortissimi. Gilardino, Stati Uniti, De Rossi, sangue, Zaccardo autogol, siamo deboli, non c’è gioco, obbligati a vincere per la strada spianata. Materazzi vola, Inzaghi s’invola, Repubblica Ceka a casa. Australia, in dieci, Grosso, rigore, Totti, quarti di finale. Ucraina è Ucraina Toni!!!!! Germania, pizzaioli, mammoni, camerieri. Para Buffon, Kannavaro non si passa, supplentari, Pirlo illumina, Grosso a giro di sinistro: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!! Non ci credo, Del Piero a giro di destro: 2 – 0. Due pizze a casa, a Berlino ci andiamo noi!!! Finale con la Francia , rivincita, nervosi e tesi, calcio di rigore, Zidane cucchiaio uno a zero. Corner, vola ancora Materazzi in alto, più in alto, rete!!! Gol in una finale: sei un mito, sei un dio! Attacca la Francia, Ribery, Buffon. Kannavaro, c’è Kannavaro!!! Supplementari. Se vuoi la maglia te la do’ a fine partita, dagliela a quella puttana di tua sorella, testata. Rigori. Tiri tu!!! E’ sicuro mister?! Trezeguet traversa, non sbaglia nessuno.
Grosso: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL! Campioni del mondo, corre la panchina, abbracci a Lippi con il sigaro. Caressa, siamo campioni del mondo e vogliamoci tanto bene!!! Il cielo è azzurro sopra Berlino, Civoli. La coppa al cielo: Kannavaro! La festa al colossseo! POO-POPOPO-POOOOO…Sia - mo campioni del moo-ndooo….
Ridateci la gioconda.