Napoli are Italian champions! Jesus Christ experienced many vicissitudes in 33 years. Not that Napoli did not face biblical difficulties during the same period. Dear Neapolitan fans, the tears for the failure, for the Serie C, for the Scudetto lost in the hotel can now evaporate “O your sun blessing an enlightened team high in the sky today. Or turn them into tears of joy, make them a symbol of laborious revenge, a collective rebirth bearing the mark of glory. Because this is the glorious victory of a legendary team able to complete the training before the heat of May so that the Neapolitans can throw off the mask of superstition to wear that of happiness. And it happened long before the coup in Turin signed by Raspadori, whose left foot “is a blow that sinks Juve and penetrates the heart of the Neapolitans”, as an editorial of puts it Morning last Monday. Let’s face it, a Napoli Scudetto makes literature, rightfully enters the city’s thousand-year history and eternally scratches the nation’s history. This Scudetto seems to have been sculpted by Vanvitelli’s hand, the path was so perfect and full of light. The Neapolitan Sorrentino would say “it was the hand of Luciano”, director and leader of the great conquest: rest assured that this Scudetto will also make films. On the other hand, the images arriving from the city lend themselves to cinematic overviews, from the always so colorful and flag-waving Maradona to the Piazza del Plebiscito, which hasn’t been seen so crowded since the days of the royals. And as we go deeper, into the blue labyrinth of the Spanish Quarter, we see that the window in Diego’s face, after opening wide for Argentina’s victory, has opened again to the greatest and most unexpected joy.
Napoli are Italian champions! The protagonists
It is difficult to summarize an event of this magnitude in a few lines. It’s hard to leave anyone out, impossible to mention everyone. So we can only start with this visionary Aurelio de Laurentiis who rebuilt this team and made it several times that the forbidden dream became a reality for just one breath. He calls it the “Scudetto of Honesty”, defying Juventus rivals, but above all it is the triumph of shrewd management. Only a visionary and his adepts would have pulled Kvara out of his hat, champions of the Caucasus who eclipse the pompous names of world football with the simplicity of his shepherd dribbling. According to many fans, he scored the goal that opened the rut: that against Atalanta, a right-footed shot that dashed the hopes of millions of northern fans. And what reason would Kvara exist if it didn’t have its twin, that purebred bomber Osimhen, who collects its elegant invitations. The last of a small elite of great Azzurri champions, Victor is the attacker who breaks the lines and drives enemy defenses insane. His relationship with the fool is an evolution of magnetism on a human level, it seems so easy to score when he puts himself in a ram’s head. Its captain, Giovanni di Lorenzo from Castelnuovo di Garfagna, knows this well and in a handful of seasons he has achieved what he has failed to achieve in his career. European Champion and Italian Champion: Giovanni is the symbol of the new Neapolitan course, he is the Italian interpreter of an international Naples. He will keep the photo from the award ceremony as a precious heirloom, even if it becomes a mural within a summer. A photograph that could have portrayed Zielinski, who was in this Florentine hotel, if Piotr had not put back the sash because he felt unsuitable for the role. It’s the victory of a handful of brave boys who have become Blue Knights.
Napoli are Italian champions! The party explodes
Lovric’s goal had caused bad thoughts, but good Victor put the situation back in order and resolved it for good village Saturday Neapolitan. At 11 p.m. there are still a few minutes left when the referee blows his whistle. A single explosion of joy spreads throughout the boot: in Udine, the green rectangle is conquered by jubilant Neapolitans who, without exception, are chasing their idols. Luciano almost looks like a statue as he sees a multitude of scarves being delivered around his neck. A thousand kilometers to the south, Maradona is a blue arabesque from which comes a cheer: De Laurentiis is in the center of the field. The President tries to hide his emotions, but there are signs of emotion on his face. The thought goes to that summer of 2004, to the years in purgatory, to the close Scudetti. The world is upside down, Napoli is great again, the Neapolitans can take to the streets. An entire city is shrouded in a cloud of blue paired with thousands of fireworks: the effect is that of a storm of stars imprinted in a moonless sky. The heart of the party is the Quartieri Spagnoli: at the end of Via De Deo, where Largo Maradona rises, a crowd is looking forward to an endless night. Within a few meters we go from tears to laughter, the variety of sensations enlivens each one, we see all the nuances of the comedy of life. It looks like the national team will win. Or rather, since there is only Naples in Naples, the effect is just that: a community and a team united under the single bond of blue blood. Napoli started from three again hoping they don’t want us for fourth place ll’anne ‘e Christ.