Spalletti officiated at Napoli’s Scudetto party
Master of the Eternal Feast.
Luciano Spalletti is no longer a simple football manager for me. It is a philosophical school, a behavioral model that adapts to the most diverse contexts: affection, work, study. What does it mean to be a recidivist? practice theirony In good times and bad, patience, don’t waste energy when you need to channel it, do the opposite when you need to shift gears. Spalletti is a sort of contemporary Gurdjieff, in the physical, intellectual, and emotional exertion that maintains a clear view of one’s life that one often struggles with: suffering and joy, ups and downs, victory and defeat.
This is especially true when one analyzes his language, not just for the inventions and catchy mottos à la Sun Tzu, but for those non-sayings that Luciano revises when it comes to communicating with others: I don’t think it’s the in of recent history gives A such a difficult interlocutor for a journalist (Profession that represents the standard of average communication, often elementary), able to read between the lines of the lines and deconstruct the innuendos and insinuations with an intelligence that cannot be bought.
Ever since they came back Allegri, Sarri and SpallettiSerie A has once again become the most beautiful championship in the world (certainly the richest and dialectically most interesting).
In fact, this aspect, which I know is the specific character of all my idols, is not taught, not learned in ten thousand courses and degrees, it is outside of business, of that cost-benefit ratio of life when it’s on most is (under)understood and reduced to an entrepreneurial investment by oneself. The bet, if any, is always a losing one, because bad luck, at 64, there’s always the chance that life’s absurdity, which someone calls fate, causes you to fix your tracks on the timeline Become destiny yourself.
We all felt that it was a happy marriage from day one, when Luciano presented himself with a masterpiece of eloquence that has already gone down in the history of Neapolitan literature: “The city where football and miracles are the same”. Why pay millions for a painful tourist campaign when Genie is always outside ministerial affairs and the equally pathetic excuses of those with only a linguistically and symbolically narrow view of things?
Indeed, where would such a definition not deserve a camp? It cannot be missing in a description of the most beautiful “alleys” of the city, where there is no difference between the sacred and the profane and all forms of moderation are abolished: those who have had the opportunity to visit Naples from now on the ‘spiritual ‘ Certainty of the Scudetto, knows perfectly well that excesses and swagger do not indicate a certain lack of aesthetic balance (as the last remaining ignoramuses want, they are so backward in the history of human thought), but a rejection consciously to emotional and cultural compromises.
Although tourism – which I like to call “the economy of the desperate”, and I am thinking of all of Italy – threatens even a city with a strong identity like Naples, it is clear that here, unlike in other places, the popular character becomes extreme stressed instead of resting. Certain items are not sold but must be slapped in the face of the colonizers: the euphoria of these weeks cannot be sold and cannot even be controlledand it pays to contradict the superstition stereotype if it means throwing a Scudetto virtually every week, or multiple days a week, or multiple times a day, when the chasers give you another point an hour before the crucial game – what Then don’t do it. t to win, but patience, we all celebrate alike waiting to celebrate again, in an eternal carnival codified by him as
Naples city of party. This is the last challenge that Spalletti initially wanted to face, namely controlling an unmanageable euphoria and then throwing in the towel after a few games. On this occasion, too, Luciano, with his usual intelligence, made a lot clear about his understanding of football and his relationship with the fans. It seems to me that, in contrast to other colleagues with iconic charisma, there is a fundamental difference here, namely the between Leader And master. “We are the ones who make our fans’ dreams come true”, he said after the draw with Salernitana: it is an exchange of love that takes place at eye level, a continuity of intentions that does not include personalities and centralizations (which is also great fun for the fans of this sport, as it should be).
And in a world where everything is communal, from language to human relationships, from culture to feelings, We need unique personalities who show us another way: and that it looks more like the old than the new doesn’t matter (it will take both), it’s enough for us that an alternative is always possible, even to dream of it, or it in a city to relive what made the dream an obsession to make it happen. Party after partyThus the distinction between real and imaginary is purely a problem of bureaucratic authentication. And if Maestro Luciano has also given in to joy, perhaps it is because he has reread an ancient masterpiece that urges us not to postpone it:
This is a dream, and if so,
Now let’s dream of the joys
what will then be pain.
But with my same arguments
I am convinced of the opposite:
if it’s a dream, if it’s boasting,
who for human boasting
lose a divine glory?
Life is a Dream, by Pedro Calderón de la Barca