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Today, 57 years ago, the triumph thanks to the goal at the Independiente of the great Inter Milan talent of the Magician. Corso had arrived 16-year-old skinny, dazed and shy, ended up taking everything, from the three championships to the two European Cups, creating a myth behind the dead-leaf free-kicks
If you crossed him on the street, you wouldn’t have given him two lire. So frail as to make one suspect the malnutrition that in times of war was common to so many of his generation, gaunt and fearful from the lopsided gait, with his head that when he ran he sought shelter in the shoulder, already balding at twenty-three, pale as a Leopard provincial who spent his adolescence bent over books, in the dusty half-light of some room with curtains obscuring the light.