But was Mazzola’s football good, or is ours just bad? Milan and Juve bounce back, while Como slip up
It really is quite striking to reflect on just how much of an impact Sandro Mazzola’s death had. Not just amongst the most nostalgic fans. But also amongst ordinary people, who have other interests or know nothing at all about the fabled Inter of the 1960s or the fiery derbies against Milan where Rivera and Mazzola were the main protagonists (despite the insult to the memory of the late champion perpetrated by the Juventus supporters’ stand, which was subsequently condemned by everyone, including the Bianconeri club itself).
It had already happened with Franco Baresi, who also passed away during this sweltering summer, another icon (of the Rossoneri) of Italian football, loved and respected by all for his class both on and off the pitch. Countless articles, interviews and tributes, all characterised by that sense of belonging and shared values, time-honoured and enduring.
Why all this nostalgia? Why such a strong response?
The answer, it must be said frankly, is that today’s football – however modern, fast-paced and high-tech it may be – is less beautiful. Less gripping. We have countless live broadcasts, highlights replayed ad infinitum, dozens of programmes and in-depth analyses – a never-ending merry-go-round. And yet, when we watch Mazzola and Rivera shaking hands in front of referee Concetto Lobello (who would never, ever have allowed VAR to flag him for a mistake), we feel a certain thrill. And inevitably, we find ourselves drawing comparisons with the present.
Who’s the captain of Milan? Who knows, it’s a mystery. It keeps changing. And what about Inter’s? All right, Lautaro’s a brilliant striker, but can we really compare him – in terms of emotional connection – to Boninsegna, Altobelli, Ronaldo, Captain Facchetti and, of course, Mazzola himself? And what about Juventus, Italia’s most loved and hated ‘Lady’? They’ve finally returned to winning ways. But who’s the hero? Conceicao? Bremer?



