Ivan, derives from the Hebrew Yohanan which can be translated to mean "gift of the Lord" (source wikipedia.it). When I saw the other night, perched on the curtain Ivan Marassi stadium while struggling as an obsession swirling smoke and threatening anyone who is within range of his pupil who was not Serbian (except ill Serbian goalkeeper Vladimir Stojkovic), I said to myself: "what kind of gifts does the odd gentleman." Yes, because I never had so much fun watching a game the national team. They had just passed 20 and 30 when, as ready as any average Italian male, I impoltronito front of the screen ready to enjoy yet another batch of Azzurri since escape, or make me boring or make me angry or make me suffer. Never fun but it is fun to watch a game, if I want fun I go to see the clowns (op. cit. 1). With a heart, then, the sacrificial lamb was ready to check the relentless suplizio behold Ivan.
Ivan is a big kid with a grown-up lays dell'ultranazionalismo, which I do not sconquiffera lot, and the protagonist, his cunning, alas, is inversely proportional to the physical strength, just think that he covered his face but did not hide the tattoos perhaps would not only be recognized by the mother on TV but now he must explain why it never comes back at home, yet managed to cheer up an evening whose ending already written, but seemed not only to me but to thousands and thousands of people in Italy.
the first to bless the gift of the Lord were the RAI commentators of the game that, just minutes from the kick-off, were lucubrate on how to make acceptable to the public television, sports content for a game that would never have passed the history. And so in the group led by Mazzocchi was a memorable evening, seemed to be telling a battle of World War I live. I'm excited screams echoed like, "here is the police", "enter the hydrant," "interview immediately Stankovic", "Mandate Amedeo Goria in the field" (the latter obviously fuck in the locker room) "here, make the sign of three to zero across the board" (evvabbè. ..) then, to prevent Rai's Mom took away the line (but never when ), Mazzocchi said that the game had been suspended but not finally concluded or, as the fantasies of the commentator, could start at any moment like this, and spends an hour after the official time of commencement, with the stage half-empty and the stands virtually surrounded by the Serbs only accelerated.
The event has also changed for all editors in Italy, and sports: I guess as if it were before my eyes the pager of the Official ultrascazzato that aim to eat a piece of pizza and a addocchiare porn, number three was making headlines, a victory for Italy, a sad one for a draw, a defeat for Italy with controversy, when suddenly the exchange imporvviso program, the editor who enters trefelato and shouts "change everything, there is a huge crazy trying to stop the game, tuttapagina prepare me with a huge title and 11 pages (eleven in-depth !!!)". Of the newspapers do not want to talk about sports then? Forced for months to tell the usual pantomime between Silvio & Co., were not found too much oxygen even with the story of Sarah Scazzi (after Cogne, Garlasco and Perugia with its models and insights from Like the Italian Vespa and is now addicted to the turbid medium) or the Chilean miners (too far), so they gl'occhi crumpled in front of their new front page and have worked hard all night to read up on an old story, the war in the Balkans, and this sudden rib or loose cannon came to Genoa, on the slave and fans in general on violence in the stadiums of the world. New
sap have received even the politicians who did not know what to say and what to say for months since they speak only of houses and short processes, Maroni about all that wasted no time in declaring that Ivan has done what he did it because he had not pocketed the credit card of a fan otherwise would have ended differently, it's not clear why but lately is a bit 'out of arguments about the validity of "his" found, then deeply thanked the Lord with a smile.
Finally the day after the Italians were able to fill their bad day, with or without a job, a new argument as to Silvio Bar & co. no longer know how to get slaughtered on Sarah Scazzi had already told all, because of political correctness, that Uncle was tortured and then killed, then the Chilean miners were not sure what to say, apart from the usual sketch: "Who knows how much money will with the interviews. "
Yeah I not only looked amused as he wiggled and Ivan created all this mess or Mess (op. cit. 2) the way Italy, not only I was happy to have found a viable alternative to the playing of the national qualification without leaving home and without even changing the channel!
Thanks Ivan, a gift of the Lord.
Citations: 1 Nick Horby "Fever newed"
2 Carlo Emilio Gadda "That Awful Mess on the Via Merulana"
