Italy has imposed a game so captivating as to capture the image No poster boy but the attractiveness of a group that transmits charm
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The wild bunch is the photo that all the blues have posted on their profiles. Different phrases and identical shot, the entire expedition in a circle that becomes tangled in arms and heads after qualifying for the semifinal against Spain. This is how Italy feels and this is how those who look at us do not see us at all because our national team in this European of redemption is synonymous with sublime elegance and there is no passion or rowdy group, there is no abuse of tattoos that could scratch this impression. For the very first time in history, others see us as more beautiful than we feel. And it’s thanks to the game. the effect of a compactness that becomes style, of a football that takes the image and defines it. Once upon a time there were the Buffons and the Totti, but you can go back to the Cabrinis and before.
Only world champions are mentioned so as to avoid misunderstandings, we have always had men adored, talented and also stalked, studied, people who carpeted the rooms of teenagers, who unleashed Beatles screams. And then “how Italy wears the uniform”, at every top-level designer tournament, how Italy walks on the field when doing the reconnaissance, “ah les italiens”, “Italian style” and it was almost as if the bearing were a defect. As if it necessarily contained some hint of arrogance. It has also happened, there have certainly been opinionated Italies and singles very focused on themselves; it happened both in brilliant formations and in those that can be archived, but this is not the case today: Italy is beautiful and does not transmit the slightest distance, it does not let us assume, even if wrongly, that behind certain smiles there are avalanches of self-esteem. The blue has changed, it exudes a charm it has never had before and it doesn’t depend on the names. This is why Monaco not only wrapped the stadium in the tricolor, it was admired. This is why Wembley awaits our return.
The accent on style is put by Roberto Mancini, even attending Pitti Uomo, however, even in this case, our perception is misleading. In Italy, we see the list of advertisements and joke about it, outside they are blown away by the heel hit with leather shoes, a number already exhibited by the Inter bench. The scarf is gone, out of season, the class remains and the fact that Mancini is able to connect himself as a refined footballer with the charismatic coach he has become is a reason for merit.
It is the secret of success. He felt like a single, special, and wanted to be treated as such so he reserved the same regard to his own and precisely by enhancing the characteristics of each one he merged the national team into a single spirit. There is no poster boy and there is no relay race smash, certainly there has never been the risk of the problem of the whimsical one, so alternative as to mess up the plans and not be able to be a permanent owner. The clichés are gone and when someone detaches himself from the idyll it is very noticeable, you see the poor Property who can now only redeem himself with good behavior. Around there are always many sponsors, agents, words, there is the mess of when to get on your knees, all the local football fans, but inside there are only them. Happy with what they do, satisfied with the goals they score, full of enthusiasm. Without a face yet beautiful, with the elegance of the hedgehog, the one that requires those who carry within themselves an evident energy, a clear difference. Everyone says that “the Italians have stopped being Italians” and are amazed because this team not only wants to go along with the class, it knows that it can only win if it can and when it has to suffer, as is inevitable, then try to get out with the shot. ride, with tight dribbling, with invention, with beauty. They are no longer magical nights, they are seductive nights. –