Soverato - E ra remained in operation up to 86 years. Ripe old age, honored with the presence behind the counter of his business from seven in the morning until eight at night. Even over the summer when weather permits. For residents, tourists and acquaintances, was the obligatory stop to a day spent among the sea, siesta and walking. The appointment was renewed at every opening of the bathing season. It did not seem real, who returned to reside in the Pearl Ionian Sea, you can chat between observations of manners, the merits of the government, however, thief, municipal administrative wrangling, and of course opinions about the market and football championship just ended. Oh, yeah! Because of the great love of Antonio Gualtieri was the International. Not that the red flag and the hammer and sickle. Ambrose was the sports club, for Inter fans. 
The team par excellence, in which he acknowledged, was to Sarti, Burnich, Facchetti, Tagnin, Guarnieri, Picchi, Jair, Mazzola, Peirano, Suarez, Corso, coached by the great Herrera. That there was no other wizard in the realm of football. With the natural sympathy he had for the lucky from the blood caliente veins. All harvest ended in glory, even when the Nerazzurri are employed not just high in the standings. The ethereal figures seasons closer to us, found consolation in the statements of the golden years. A saudade fought rounds of exciting memories. The conquest of 18 league titles, 6 Italian Cups, 3 Uefa Cups, three Champions Cups, 2 Intercontinental Cups, five Super League Cups, 1 Mundial Club is enough to fill the pride of life, in adulthood, as happens to anyone when the daily reality overwhelms dreams cultivated in his youth. But there were companies in other sports heroes to keep up the tone of the conversation in the historic tobacco shop, at number 37 Corso Umberto I, Soverato marina: the legendary Fangio, the Calabrian Fanella doc, drivers Ascari, the great Nuvolari. They kept the same bench of Sivori and Rivera. The first black and white, the Rossoneri's second, but it did not matter, because the class was to be admired. He went into raptures for the perfect South American left, the silent work of Gianni Abatino in Milan that, regardless of faith that was football and was always blue and black. A mark of distinction in the definition. How did the spread of typhoid to relatives near and far. Not in the sense of environmental space, but the bond of blood, first, second and third degree. With him, nephews and cousins \u200b\u200bgrew up in Bread, Love and Inter, always on top. There was no choice with that team in the lion's share. And never mind if the true symbol was modest, compared with the prancing horse of Ferrari's amazing. Other value added to national pride personnel. The same that had brought with him in Argentina in 1952, when he decided to find the other half of the globe, in the southern hemisphere, far below the equator. To go in search of fortune in the new world, he embarked at Genoa on the Conte Verde, one of the many steamers that sailed the oceans, ferrying men, hopes and illusions, especially if the land was to be achieved Cecati of America, that is of those who did not see the shadow of a weight under Peron, with much less after the descamisados. A Buenas Aires was not alone. Beside him he had uncles and cousins. With them he had breathed the air of home, but not enough, not much would have wanted in the lungs. The nostalgia came to a head in 1956 when he decided to reverse course and return to Soverato, to start a family and start a new activity. He liked to recall the emotions experienced on board the "Toscanelli" when he recognized from a distance the silhouette of Mount Vesuvius in the background of the Gulf of Naples. What a difference a sad reminder of the Lantern, drowned, at the start, in a sea of \u200b\u200btears. Led to the incredulous relatives souvenirs purchased in stages, each with a meaning: banjo, dolls Catalan, anti-magnetic watches, silk scarves, model cars, kilos of tea flavored.
Before emigrating, he was a barber and teacher, even a professor of mandolin. Not bad for a Neapolitan who had ancestors and played the saxophone in the town band. Even this he spoke with the patrons of his restaurant, which always considered friends, customers never, never customers. Before, when it made them "new," cutting and shaving beards and hair as they used then. And afterwards, when he offered them cigarettes, magazines and newspapers. Figaro salon and tobacco were places to talk about everything and everyone, with a grain of salt. Who went out of his mind, he was asked to sit out. Imagine if someone forgot the bon ton. Ran the risk of never to set foot. For young people, teaching good manners, with the help of adults and older people, especially teachers, principals and teachers in the specific role of educators, outside school hours. How many protests among those who found it hard to recognize after the haircut to Mascagni! How many parents who blame the recess Diabolik would like to buy for their child not yet in the age of reason! To hell with the business if some touchy exclude themselves from that kind of coterie city, where the arrival of a character was seen as a collective event. 
Soverato When was the parlor of the Ionian coast, Walter went to actors, singers, journalists and players. Indescribable joy "to serve" Sandro Mazzola and Giacinto Facchetti, who arrived in the area, when the yellow and red in our house played in Serie A. At Sandrino mustache, he made a note that deserves to be remembered: not forgave him for having said that the award-winning Inter had come to play in a "chicken coop", alluding to Ceravolo of Catanzaro. A decline in the style that a champion like him would never, ever do. What the heck! None of this with Aldo and Gino Maldera. Two golden boys. With them was nice to make technical comments from acute observer. If it is true that all Italians are in an armchair coach, Gualtieri anyone to recognize the merit of being coach of choice. He 'knew invent patterns, tactics and positions. Even the play area when the bolt was the winning of a "certain" Trapattoni Liedholm and the cold was not the trainer or devils meneghini Capitoline wolf. Yes, it was a great connoisseur of football. A mystery ahead of its time, capable of blocking the intemperance of character of the protagonists of the modern game. In the center of Soverato, tells an anecdote that was to star the husband of his sister Eleanor, Joseph Viscomi. They knew the passion that his brother had to Amedeo Amedei, formidable striker, nicknamed Fornaretto of Frascati. When he saw the features of the player, played in a giant poster, did not think twice about smearing with generous strokes of shaving cream whites. The unusual trickery went far beyond the consequences of a joke country sworn enmity, deleted, thankfully, the birth of their first grandchild. Calcium spoke at length with Emanuele Giacoia, the hottest and most beautiful voice of all the soccer minute by minute. A nightmare that radio broadcast, on Sunday afternoon, when our man was standing with radio ear and the coupon in hand, ready to record 13 billion dollar that everyone was waiting. He had to settle for 12 most popular of which are sufficient to recover the fees necessary to establish new systems: 1 X 2, why not try to guess, instead of reason? No way. The ticket was not a pastime for amateurs, was a job that lasted all week. Except that the game was not worth the candle. Woe to remind her. The joy was pending, the combination of a safe remained stubbornly close to the end. What verve
put in speeches to the betting scandal! That anger felt by the Brazilian Renato women who had the ball and the ball! And that anger for the eighth king of Rome, the divine Falcao, who refused to kick the penalty against Liverpool, the night faded Olimpico an opportunity to take on the seven hills to the European Cup. The equivalent of the Champions League of today, but we want to reckon with the meaning of the original definition? Also on Cassano, recently told her, with clarity and insight, recognizing the boy good feet, but the head ... And what havoc the appearance of Tinto Brass, looking to show off the cigar in his mouth like a boss 'Havana! And thank goodness he did not know the films with which the director had brought to the screen eroticism of our times through the interpretation of unscrupulous plaintiffs. In Argentina, you went into a cinema without a tie around his neck, he recalled. Imagine if it were been allowed to see boobs and butts and all-out on top. Cinema and theater should aim on the feelings, not on positions from Kama Sutra, he said. False moralism, his? No, pure and strong expression of common decency.
Discussions noblest Peronace Gigi came out with the manager who had hired Charles to England and transfer to Juventus Advocate. A sin never forgiven. That small, damn "southern man", being fellow, he had the prime duty beloved team. By Alberto Testa, lyricist milestones (Great, great, great, One year of love, And ..., Ta ra ta ta ta touch) of Italian music, talked about fashions and trends, which succeeded with the help of the Beatles and Rolling Stones, stubbornly Publishing in derogatory terms. What names! Beetles and Rolling Stones, bah! He was left to the gentle serenade of the postwar period, when the reward was natural in a carouse under the balcony of the girl on duty honored. Consolation then, the thought of deep feelings of love that will last a lifetime. How that worked for his wife Angelina, life companion, but also work, especially during summer months, when they needed help in tobacco, remained almost the same for over half a century. He had no way to change: the future or not she has an ancient heart? What remains today of Anthony Gualtieri among people who knew and loved? Definitely a good memory, but also the shock of no longer find his place in the years to come. The emptiness you feel, gives a sense of the precariousness of life, things that change inevitably, the people who pass the future that comes forward, continuity in those who live. Now Peter is the son who kept the business. He represents the present and look to the future with Antonio junior, his son, deeply attached to his grandfather who is no more. It's his turn to make sense of this story, hold a direct line to his predecessors, preserve values \u200b\u200bthat are not only those stamps. Foscolo had talked about the meaning of love, conviction sublime, intima, profonda, condivisa in pieno anche da chi scrive. Ad Antonio senior erano dovuti, per ovvi motivi. Lo dico con cognizione di causa. Perché? Era mio zio...
Emma Viscomi
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