The latest Cassanata - yet another chapter in the eternal struggle between an unstable man and the brilliant footballer who lives there -, as well as opening the door to a multitude of questions about the future of Bari's talent - a preheated soap opera good for keeping some sports editorial staff – also makes way for a retrospective view of the career of Antonio Cassano.
The dispute with Stramaccioni, in fact, puts an end to a love story born - when Cassano was still playing for Milan - with that "benebene, Strama", who had made the young Inter coach into a cathodic character, but is nothing more than a new Fantantonio's relapse into the disease of his self-destructive nature. A chapter of an exterminated book of loves and quarrels, which includes, among others, Totti, Capello, Gentile and Garrone.
And to laugh about it today, or perhaps to grin behind a cigar, there could be Marcello Lippi, crucified in the press room for not calling him up to the 2010 World Cup. How the terrible Italian expedition to South Africa ended is known history, but perhaps time could have been a gentleman on this too with our former technical commissioner.
Because if it is true that from a strictly technical point of view Cassano would have been very well in that squad (the forwards of the national team were Di Natale, Quagliarella, Gilardino, Iaquinta and Pazzini, certainly not phenomenal, with the exception of Di Natale, who, however, has always lacked the necessary personality to establish himself in the Azzurri), it is increasingly possible that the coach, who has always bet heavily on the solidity of the group – winning sensationally in 2006 and failing in 2010 – was right to leave the barese, victim of the eternal return of his spell of destruction.
And maybe it's time to ask yourself what is the place of Cassanoat this point in his career. And if Moratti, notoriously weak to the charm of unruly talent, minimizes saying that "artists are a bit like that, special, and they must be understood", the truth that is being composed is another, by now incontrovertible, once the alibi of age and while the physical sunset proceeds more and more quickly, denouncing the lack of professionalism of the Barese.
The truth is that Cassano is a beautiful defective car, which goes fast and looks good but often lets you down. And maybe that's why his place, unfortunately or fortunately, is a small-big team - like Sampdoria – that he could never afford such a beautiful car if it weren't flawed. A great team like Inter should perhaps focus on different machines, just as beautiful, but more solid.
