Spain are crowned Champions of Euro 2012 and I am left shattered
When I awoke on Saturday morning in Durban I had that felling I had in 2006 on the day of the final in Berlin. The occassion was massive.Massive for me as an Italian Fan.After 20 minutes I started worrying. We were not seeing the ball. I was perfectly happy with Prandelis selection. I have been surprised an ecstatic with Italys performance thus far. Watching the first 20 minutes I felt like we woke up a sleeping Giant that have left their best performance for the final. When Jordi Alba ran a mile and latched on to Xavis inch perfect pass we were 2-0 down and I was worried. The Spanish midfield were ready to display a Masterclass. Prandelli rang the changes. Unfortunately Chielini was taken off with a hamstring strain. Balzaretti was doing a splendid job for a lacklustre Chielini and we were 2-0 down against the Spanish. When Prandelli brought on the defensive and not fully fit Motta I was gobsmacked. Why not Milan man Nocerino or the influential Diamante. I also feel Motta is hasnt been up to par. So why Bring him on. After a short while Motta pulled up and had to be replaced. Italy made their three subsitutions and were down to ten men against a rampant passing machine. I called Freds and conceded defeat. The journy had come to an end and I was just worried that we dont get 6. Italy dropped their heads. Balotelli stopped trying. I felt as if the referee just had to blow and put Italy out of the Spanish Clutches.
As the final whistle blew I was shattered. We had lost to a special team who had made history. I was shattered more so in the mannner we lost. We didnt even get a sniff. We lost the game on the pitch and in the boardroom. It wasnt Itays night.
We were hammered.
Italy though should leave Euro 2012 with their heads heald high. We played a brand of football that no one expected us to play. Apart from the final we grew as the tournament progressed.
And for warriors like De Rossi, Pirlo and Buffon its an end of an Era.
Grazi Gigi. A great goalkeeper and a great warrior for the Azurri. I leave you with his words
There comes a time in life where we have nothing else to do but to take his own path and pursue their dreams, this is a duty of every individual.
Too often we are addicted and numb from the negativity that surrounds us, too many times we’re resigned to a fate that others it takes allot, almost always stop dreaming once you reach the age of maturity or once you reach a certain position and a job there since independence but does not stimulate our imagination and our senses.
I was a child I dreamed of becoming a football player, from little boy I dreamed to become national goalkeeper of Juventus, around 20 I wanted to win the Scudetto, when I arrived in 25 Champions League and World Cup, 30 winning the scudetto with Juventus and the European …
Most of the goals I achieved them prefixes, although something still missing … don’t know if I can ever achieve them, but I have the firm conviction that the only way to do that is to want them, live them intensely even when they seem utopian dreamless … do not live, you survive … without dreams aren’t the protagonist of your life but you’re just a discolored figure who agreed resigned their existenceNo rings, no gasps, lifeless …
Come here in Poland and thinking to play a semifinal was unthinkable, at least in the pre-European, but we believed, we wanted to strongly, we wanted and every sacrifice was made in order to pursue our goal!
Now the obstacle seems insurmountable, it probably will be, but now that we have come so far we dare to go a little further … to the DREAM … to happiness …