I stare at the square as a whole for a few moments and in an instant I find myself a teenager, in the middle of a football field that seems immense to me. At the edges I see bicycles, mopeds and some spectators. Slowly, all the other footballer friends appear around me. I start running and in front of my feet I have an orange Supersantos; Michele shouts: “Ball, ball” and with a perfect shot I put it right on his head. He only has to push towards the door and he does it with all his power and his skill; Bruno Silvio, left defender, can do nothing and the ball moves towards Clelio, the goalkeeper, who throws himself, but the ball passes through his hands and ends up in the net. Another sensational goal from Michele. Ball in the center. Enrico has just entered the small area, he passes the ba
