«In 1970, when Cagliari became champion of Italy, I was 8 years old.
I don’t remember much about the “scudetto”, but I remember what the city was like, how we dressed, how we hung from the trams to avoid paying, the Panini album and the “sticker” games on the steps of the elementary school.
I remember the medal table, with the profiles of the Cagliari players on fake, fake gold coins to collect.
And I vaguely remember a shy boy, sometimes smiling, who always looked the other way when they interviewed him.
A boy who would put his fists on the ground and run all over the field every time he scored a goal».
