What about Meneghin? Nothing more than that was the greatest. A few days ago we asked coach Boniciolli, an excellent leader of the Apu Old Wild West, to write us a few lines about the champion he knows well. Response between flattered, embarrassed and almost moved: “He is the greatest, anything I can write would be banalities.”
Just to give an idea of the character (the coach) and above all of the champion. One who has won Coppecampioni, scudetti, trophies with the national team in series, made in time to play in Serie A with his son Andrea, another “careerina” not to laugh at, (the photo above from 1990 in Varese is famous) and who, however, remembers his origins, his childhood, with a precision and emotion that goes beyond trophies.
By the way, let’s take advantage of the very strong bond that exists between the Messaggero Veneto and its readers and launch a challenge to better complete this story of the past: if some Udine SuperDino peers, reading this page, remember having been in that mythical second grade of 1957 come forward.
Close the circle perhaps with the class photo and, why not, with a reunion in the city with the champion, when this damned virus is gone, it would be a wonderful thing.