Mancini’s fragile Italia, in his second spell in charge, are looking to bounce back against Turkey
We’re playing Busta against Turkey tonight (8.45 pm) and my first thought is: let’s hope we don’t make a complete fool of ourselves again
This new, hapless Italia under Mancini’s second spell is in such a sorry state that you feel like lifting it up, just as you do with fragile children when they fail to learn something. Come on, you can do it – take heart and have a go again.
It’s the same with the national team. Tonight we’re playing Turkey in Busta (8.45 pm) and my first thought is: let’s hope we don’t make a complete fool of ourselves again. May God be with us. Save us from another third-place play-off.
Defeats against Belgium, who put in a fine performance before being knocked out in the World Cup quarter-finals, but against Montella’s Turkey – who’ve already been beaten by France – another slip-up would really hurt us. Forget about a fresh start or attractive football: here we risk throwing it all away. Including this project which, although born out of the mess involving Maldini and Pirlo, is nonetheless an attempt to escape the most embarrassing slump in the history of Italian football. Of course, we’ve had plenty of Caporetto-style defeats, starting with the two matches against Korea, but here we’re facing the collapse of a system of which the national team is merely the final link in the chain.
This is confirmed by the incredible story of Giovanni Malagò, the new president of the FGCI tasked with reviving our struggling football, whom ministers, clubs and the CONI leadership are now trying to cripple and place under special administration. This is madness, pure, self-sabotaging masochism.
Malagò may well be a Roman people-pleaser who loves power and being in the limelight. But he is a sportsman who has achieved extraordinary results throughout his career. The rise of the Italian national teams in swimming, athletics, volleyball and countless other disciplines where we never used to stand a chance. And what about the flood of medals from the last two Olympic Games? Apart from a few gaffes (but who doesn’t make them?), he knows how to get things done; he’s competent. But if we were to remove Malagò, who would take his place at such a critical juncture? There’s no point in naming names because they’re all inadequate, not up to the task.



