Del Piero......Forever! (2 Viewers)
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I'm no DP Lover, but I do respect Del Piero for his contributions to the club. A few years ago,I'd take to the field and wear his jersey (fake though, no money), somehow I just felt I was him and everytime, I played very well.
Even though he has been in and out of form these past few years, he has shown attitude that of a Role Model, in this respect, Juve could not have found a better Captain, a better Icon.
Even though plenty (including me) bash him at times, I think we all ,without hesitation, would pick him over the more consistant yet shameless Totti.
Even though he has been in and out of form these past few years, he has shown attitude that of a Role Model, in this respect, Juve could not have found a better Captain, a better Icon.
Even though plenty (including me) bash him at times, I think we all ,without hesitation, would pick him over the more consistant yet shameless Totti.
i feel that the man delpiero is a very loyal one. he always knows what to say, and is very professional when he speaks in the media. And i think he is a great role model for young kids.
but ofcourse as a player, u know where i stand. yes, he has won plenty with his team (but playing for juventus, how can u not win silverwear) but as an individual i soley regard him as one of the rest, in this great game we call football.
but ofcourse as a player, u know where i stand. yes, he has won plenty with his team (but playing for juventus, how can u not win silverwear) but as an individual i soley regard him as one of the rest, in this great game we call football.
Del Piero: I have a dream
Alessandro del Piero, 28, is said to be one of the most versatile football
players to be born in Italy. Together with his club, Juventus Turin, "Ale"
won everything which can be achieved on club level, among four Italian
championships, the Champions League trophy (1996) and the
Intercontinental Cup (1996). Presently Del Piero and Juventus are in the
semi-final of the Champions League. The striker is the best payed player
in the Italian league. He earns a 5 milion Euro net salary and in addition
the same amount with endorsement and advertising revenues. Here he is
dreaming about luck that nobody can buy for money. He would like
winding back the time in order to speak one more time with his died
father.
As child I dreamt of to be a trucker. I was tempted by the idea to be on
the move. I grew up in a small village in Northern Italy. My mother was a
housewife, my father an electrician. Money for travelling abroad? We did
not have. The first bigger excursion I did was a tour to an inter-local away
game. I was eight or nine years old and played at San Vendemiano, the
team of my home town. We had won the championship and were allowed
to match with a team from beyond our region. My father came along with
me. It was a great adventure: finally away from home, whether only some
kilometers. A new world seems to bare its heart.
Also my brother Stefano played soccer these days, actually quite good.
He made it to the youth team of Sampdoria Genua. The club was one of
the big players of the Italian league, Serie A. Whenever possible our
father picked us up for the games; with a Fiat 127 he carted us across
Nothern Italy. Still today I have got the smell of imitation leather seats in
my nose. Somewhere along the way my brother decided not to become a
professional player. He decided for an apprenticeship. Today I look up to
him for that. I do not know how many boys at his age and outfitted with
his talent would have take this decision. I would not have done it. Just for
me it was clear that as alternative to be a trucker could only be a career
as football player - a travelling player of course.
If I could wind back the wheel of time I would give appreciation to things
which were banal and self-evident to me before. For example shared
moments with my father. He passed by in the last year. I remember how
he always stood beside the pitch and smoked one by one cigarette,
without saying a word. He was not one of them who stand behind the goal
and scream at their sons how to play soccer. He never talked with us
about our prosperities, even when Stefano went to Sampdoria Genua and
also not when I signed my first contract at Juventus Turin. He did not
want that success outgrowed. That would have been the worst for him: to
have a blatherskite as son. But I felt that he was proud of us when he
lighted a cigarette.
With hindsight I wish that I would have enjoyed these moments more
intesive. Yes, that is my dream: to tell it my father. Too late. After death
the banal becomes suddenly important. And inverse. The death of my
father reduced all my problems to nil, no matter how great they were,
private ones comparably as these in the club. Two days after the funeral I
scored for Juventus after months of dissapointment. Somehow absurd, but
the death of my father freed me abruptly. It seems, that my father took
out all my problems into the grave. Today I think: Even with his passing
by he did for a last time what he did during his whole life, to give me his
hand and help in difficult moments.
Today - lots of injuries and the loss of my father may be the reasons - that
I try to enjoy life. I bought a flat. I went on vacation in the Caribbean.
That sounds ordinary but I used to stockpile my money, conservatively
invested. And also my relationship to other people changed. I am more
upfront than I used to be.
The Avvocato Gianni Agnelli, our father at Juventus, was in the habit of
calling me at seven o'clock with the aim to ask how I feel. He always
asked: "Del Piero, did I awake you?" Of course he did at this time. But I
always answered: "No, Avvocato, I was just in the bath". Some day I
answered: "Yes, you awoke me." How reacted Agnelli? From now on he
phoned me at eight o'clock.
Lately I was asked what I think about the political situation in northeast of
Italy, at last it is my home region. It is known in whole Europe that
Umberto Bossi who is a stirrer owns a huge potential for elections. He
speaks of "Celtic race" - and annouces me as examplar! That is bollocks.
Bossi's policy is pure demagogy. If he would be on the top I would nor
have a foreign manager neither teammates from abroad and above all: no
friends. Generally Italy would be without foreigners. The problem is that
Bossi is taken seriously, also by the media. In the northeastern parts of
Italy, in Veneto, fortunately not all think in that ways he does. It is time
that the public gets to know that fact. There is an open-minded and
modern Veneto, despite of Bossi.
Even my adjugdement of Bossi sounds different: I am always described as
silent, closed and reserved. And often there is something negative in these
adjugdements. But I can not answer every, even banal, question with
enthusiasm. That has nothing to do with arrogance or desinterest but that
I take questions seriously. Would I always acclaim everything the to be
acclaimed would be lose value. For example: Turin, my adopted home,
suits me for that reason. There is not everytime an occasion celebrating.
In winter it is often nebulous and cloudy, for weeks the sun is away.
Without pointing on a clichee but Turin mirrors the life. Even the fog
makes the sun more worthwhile when it raises again.
Though I am happy in Turin I like to reminisc about my childhood in
Veneto. After training, I often lie down on the fresh mowed grass for
minutes. I relish this smell. Fresh mowed grass - that was the best thing as
child. It meant freedom, luck. When I lie down nowadays I feel the same.
Evoked memories: Together with a schoolmate I tried in my father's
garage to switch off the light with the ball. One well-aimed shot and the
light switched off. If a bulb was destroyed during these actions my father
was there and repaired it, giving my mother no chance to notic it.
Today I am looking for the light switch in the adverse goal. I hope that I
will find it again in the Champions League and score. Best in the final.
Shot, click, and the dreaming begins.
Alessandro del Piero, 28, is said to be one of the most versatile football
players to be born in Italy. Together with his club, Juventus Turin, "Ale"
won everything which can be achieved on club level, among four Italian
championships, the Champions League trophy (1996) and the
Intercontinental Cup (1996). Presently Del Piero and Juventus are in the
semi-final of the Champions League. The striker is the best payed player
in the Italian league. He earns a 5 milion Euro net salary and in addition
the same amount with endorsement and advertising revenues. Here he is
dreaming about luck that nobody can buy for money. He would like
winding back the time in order to speak one more time with his died
father.
As child I dreamt of to be a trucker. I was tempted by the idea to be on
the move. I grew up in a small village in Northern Italy. My mother was a
housewife, my father an electrician. Money for travelling abroad? We did
not have. The first bigger excursion I did was a tour to an inter-local away
game. I was eight or nine years old and played at San Vendemiano, the
team of my home town. We had won the championship and were allowed
to match with a team from beyond our region. My father came along with
me. It was a great adventure: finally away from home, whether only some
kilometers. A new world seems to bare its heart.
Also my brother Stefano played soccer these days, actually quite good.
He made it to the youth team of Sampdoria Genua. The club was one of
the big players of the Italian league, Serie A. Whenever possible our
father picked us up for the games; with a Fiat 127 he carted us across
Nothern Italy. Still today I have got the smell of imitation leather seats in
my nose. Somewhere along the way my brother decided not to become a
professional player. He decided for an apprenticeship. Today I look up to
him for that. I do not know how many boys at his age and outfitted with
his talent would have take this decision. I would not have done it. Just for
me it was clear that as alternative to be a trucker could only be a career
as football player - a travelling player of course.
If I could wind back the wheel of time I would give appreciation to things
which were banal and self-evident to me before. For example shared
moments with my father. He passed by in the last year. I remember how
he always stood beside the pitch and smoked one by one cigarette,
without saying a word. He was not one of them who stand behind the goal
and scream at their sons how to play soccer. He never talked with us
about our prosperities, even when Stefano went to Sampdoria Genua and
also not when I signed my first contract at Juventus Turin. He did not
want that success outgrowed. That would have been the worst for him: to
have a blatherskite as son. But I felt that he was proud of us when he
lighted a cigarette.
With hindsight I wish that I would have enjoyed these moments more
intesive. Yes, that is my dream: to tell it my father. Too late. After death
the banal becomes suddenly important. And inverse. The death of my
father reduced all my problems to nil, no matter how great they were,
private ones comparably as these in the club. Two days after the funeral I
scored for Juventus after months of dissapointment. Somehow absurd, but
the death of my father freed me abruptly. It seems, that my father took
out all my problems into the grave. Today I think: Even with his passing
by he did for a last time what he did during his whole life, to give me his
hand and help in difficult moments.
Today - lots of injuries and the loss of my father may be the reasons - that
I try to enjoy life. I bought a flat. I went on vacation in the Caribbean.
That sounds ordinary but I used to stockpile my money, conservatively
invested. And also my relationship to other people changed. I am more
upfront than I used to be.
The Avvocato Gianni Agnelli, our father at Juventus, was in the habit of
calling me at seven o'clock with the aim to ask how I feel. He always
asked: "Del Piero, did I awake you?" Of course he did at this time. But I
always answered: "No, Avvocato, I was just in the bath". Some day I
answered: "Yes, you awoke me." How reacted Agnelli? From now on he
phoned me at eight o'clock.
Lately I was asked what I think about the political situation in northeast of
Italy, at last it is my home region. It is known in whole Europe that
Umberto Bossi who is a stirrer owns a huge potential for elections. He
speaks of "Celtic race" - and annouces me as examplar! That is bollocks.
Bossi's policy is pure demagogy. If he would be on the top I would nor
have a foreign manager neither teammates from abroad and above all: no
friends. Generally Italy would be without foreigners. The problem is that
Bossi is taken seriously, also by the media. In the northeastern parts of
Italy, in Veneto, fortunately not all think in that ways he does. It is time
that the public gets to know that fact. There is an open-minded and
modern Veneto, despite of Bossi.
Even my adjugdement of Bossi sounds different: I am always described as
silent, closed and reserved. And often there is something negative in these
adjugdements. But I can not answer every, even banal, question with
enthusiasm. That has nothing to do with arrogance or desinterest but that
I take questions seriously. Would I always acclaim everything the to be
acclaimed would be lose value. For example: Turin, my adopted home,
suits me for that reason. There is not everytime an occasion celebrating.
In winter it is often nebulous and cloudy, for weeks the sun is away.
Without pointing on a clichee but Turin mirrors the life. Even the fog
makes the sun more worthwhile when it raises again.
Though I am happy in Turin I like to reminisc about my childhood in
Veneto. After training, I often lie down on the fresh mowed grass for
minutes. I relish this smell. Fresh mowed grass - that was the best thing as
child. It meant freedom, luck. When I lie down nowadays I feel the same.
Evoked memories: Together with a schoolmate I tried in my father's
garage to switch off the light with the ball. One well-aimed shot and the
light switched off. If a bulb was destroyed during these actions my father
was there and repaired it, giving my mother no chance to notic it.
Today I am looking for the light switch in the adverse goal. I hope that I
will find it again in the Champions League and score. Best in the final.
Shot, click, and the dreaming begins.