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Oggi Paolo Pulici compie 72 anni e se non siete del Toro, se non avete il cuore granata, se per voi i colori rossi non sono solo una lunga serie di sfumature più o meno cariche di granata, appunto, non potete capire cosa questo vuol dire.
Se invece il cuore lo avete granata, non solo vi voglio già bene, ma non c'è neanche nessuna necessità di ulteriori spiegazioni.
Il Paradiso
E' da tempo volevo dirvi che se esistesse il Paradiso, e quel Paradiso fosse fatto per me, allora in quel Paradiso ci sarebbe uno stadio.
E dentro quello stadio una partita, giocata su di un campo enorme e verdissimo, proprio come a me sembrava il campo da pallone (iniziai a chiamarlo ''da calcio'' ben oltre i 12 anni compiuti) da bambino.
E su quel campo Valentino Mazzola lancerebbe sulla fascia Gigi Lentini che, dopo un dribbling secco, pennellerebbe un traversone perfetto che Paolino Pulici insaccherebbe di testa appena sotto là dove la traversa ed il palo della porta si incontrano.
Io caccerei subito un grido di gioia, mentre papà invece conterrebbe con la sua misurata flemma l'entusiasmo, ma tutti sapremmo che è contento, mentre mio nonno mi chiederebbe chi ha segnato.
Intorno bandiere e sciarpe e striscioni, tutti granata, di ogni forma, di ogni materiale e di ogni epoca, s'agiterebbero, caotici ma ordinati, come fossero sangue pompato da un unico grande cuore.
Di quella partita nessuno terrebbe il punteggio, nessun vincitore, nessun perdente, ed a casa mi aspetterebbe una merenda, fatta di pane e burro e zucchero e di the da bere con un po' di latte dentro, preparata dalla mamma e dalle nonne.
Tutto qui.
cholitooooo <3
Quando la cittadinanza onoraria di Torino? 🥹🤎🐂
“🇮🇹Grazie amici del @RiverPlate per questo bellissimo regalo: la nostra amicizia durerà per sempre. E buona fortuna sabato per la finale! 🇦
Fortuna che ci sono gli amici di Buenos Aires
The Forgotten Tragedy: Superga air disaster of Grande Torino.
We often hear about Manchester United’s tragedy in Munich in 1958, Liverpool’s Hillsborough tragedy in 1989 and Chapecoense’s terrible crash in 2016. But not many people know about Torino’s own air disaster that occurred in 1949.
Torino FC were the best team in Italian football during and after World War II. They were Serie A champions five times throughout the decade which was badly affected by another great war in Europe, with four of those Scudetti coming after the war ended.
Like how the Italy NT were comprised of mainly Milan and Inter players, with a mix of Juventus players as well, much throughout the 21st century the Italy NT had mainly Torino players which formed the backbone of the team. At one instance, almost the entire team was in the Italian national side, when they once fielded 10 players in their 3-2 win against another fancied NT in Hungary in 1947.
They were given the name ‘Gran Torino’ as they kept on cruising throughout the 1940′s with trophies coming in on a regular basis. However, that magical team was about to fall apart very badly.
The Avio Linee Italiane (Italian Airlines; now defunct) plane model Fiat G.212CP was carrying the team home from Lisbon, Portugal where they had played a friendly match against Benfica in honour of the Portuguese captain, Francisco Ferreira who held his testimonial as a club legend there.
They were returning home to Turin when due to poor weather that day in the city, as a result affecting visibility, the plane carrying the team crashed into the Basilica of Superga, which is located at a hill in the outskirts of Turin.
31 people were on board the fateful flight back home. Nobody survived. The ‘Grande Torino’ were completely shattered. Their English manager, Leslie Lievesley, also perished. He played for Manchester United as one of the clubs in his career from 1930 to 1933.
It was on the 4th of May in 1949 that the tragedy occurred. 70 years on, their memory still lives on in Turin, Piedmont, in Italy and in football folklore forever.
As a supporter of a club affected by tragedy, this truly hits home. We had our own disaster 9 years after Torino, but any loss of human life in their prime is sad. R.I.P. to ‘Gran Torino’. One of the Greatest teams in Italian football.
Forza Toro sempre. ❤️️
Torneranno i cinema all'aperto...
...ma nel mentre muore Fabrizio Frizzi e poi, pochi giorni dopo, se ne va anche Emiliano Mondonico...non volevo essere io a dovervelo dire ma, in questo mondo, stanno scomparendo i gentiluomini...
