Hi everyone,
I was thrilled to get the opportunity to write for Curva e Calcio and excited to get to work on my first piece.
The only issue was what choose to write about for my debut, with so many players past and present, so much news and brilliant games recently… maybe I should look at a classic match from the past, I thought.
Then I realised that many (the vast majority!) of you won’t know who I am, so I thought I would start at the beginning of my own Italian football journey.
It’s over thirty years since the moment I fell in love with the Italian game. That particular statistic not only makes me feel quite old, but it’s also rather vague considering I can pin-point the exact moment in time that it happened.
I was just about to turn ten-years-old when the Italia ’90 World Cup kicked off at San Siro. It’s taken for granted these days but back then there wasn’t a huge amount of live televised matches. A World Cup meant at least a game a day on television for the best part of a month, manna from heaven for a football obsessed ten-year-old. I was immediately struck by San Siro in the build up to the opening match. The red steel criss-crossing at the top of the stadium and the shadow it cast on the field made it different to any kind football I had watched before.
It wasn’t the tournament’s opening game that began my Italian football obsession though.
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