Here there is the risk of ending up in the swamp of body shaning, but instead the premise is that we mean the opposite. Because Andrea Capobianco is all of us: Sports men of Sports Sofa Specialties, who get exalted and slaughter with the remote control in his hand every time there is a challenge in which the honor of the homeland is at stake. Capobianco, more than us, has the fact that this pathos lives on the sidelines, and that – for sure – he knows the basketball very much but a better motorcycle. It is our “I” dressed as the Italian national team of the women’s basketball, and brought his girls after 30 years on the podium of Europe: none, let’s face it, would have believed it.
Yet Andrea – he will apologize if we immediately pass to intimacy – is precisely the prototype of talent rather than any and never something, even in the look. He starts in a jacket and tie, he remains almost immediately without the first and then freed himself of the second, ending the madid and wrinkled game as one of the millions of coach present in the country. The difference makes the result: while we are often complaining about everything, he thinks only of spurring, causing, enhancing his players, driven by a swing of almost paternal emotions to get there where they would never have thought.
And then, at the end of a tournament ended as always fighting and deservedly in third place, our personal medal we assign it to him, enhanced and overwhelmed even after the match won against France (which, to say, is vice Olympic champion), and who after the game lost by two points against the very strong Belgium had welcomed the defeat like this: “I want to thank the girls, it was a beautiful journey”. Almost a pity to have only male children: I had a female and a basketball ball, I would entrust it to him.