29.01.2010 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PADOVA!
Today is the 100th anniversary of Padova Calcio foundation. A very important part of my life and career is linked to this society and this city.
Here below we publish an extract from the book “WHITE SHIELD – Hundred years of Calcio Padova” (Vallardi publishing house).
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When I was a child there was just Padova and not yet The Padova.
There were Basilica of Sant'Antonio, square full of pigeons, short trips with my parents and field trips with my school.
San Vendemiano is only 77 kilometers far from Padova, but for me it seemed to be a long long journey. Now when I think back, I realize that those 77 kilometers were the exact distance between the child I no longer was and the man I was becoming, when The Padova entered my life.
It was in 1988, I was 13, the number “10” of Juventus was worn by Zavarov, by that time mine was number seven.
To think about it, this number keeps coming up, I already mentioned that there were 77 kilometers from my place to Padova and I will never forget all the times I covered that distance in my father’s yellow Fiat 127, the car we used to follow my brother, who became football player before me.
Figuratively speaking to take me to Padova was Fiat 126, the white one that was used by Padova observer Vittorio Scantamburlo, who used to sieve Veneto, looking for new young talents.
One day he noticed one in San Vendemiano and that is how it all started.
I know that even today he gets emotional when he sees the note-book where he wrote my name with three stars next to it, the highest mark given.
I’m happy that he is proud of me: thank you, Vittorio!
Piero Aggradi, sportive manager by that time, took me to the team and some years later he was the one to negotiate with Boniperti my transfer to Juventus.
My first house – that I shared with the other team mates and the dream called the foot ball – was just two steps far from Appiani: my first stadium, in my memory it became the image of my first day in Padova.
Later, we moved to Guizza in Petrarca and there I met the present Padova coach, Carlo Sabatini, that by that time was my tutor.
Severe, responsible, but also very understanding: he was the role model for all of us, even if at ping-pong I was better than him…
I spent all my teen years in Padova, teen years of a boy, who left his family in San Vendemiano, with hope, fear, enthusiasm and ambitions in his heart.
And the will to play.
It seems like I went to the other part of the world, but for me that way was really something huge, because it was the symbol of separation.
I have thousands of memories of those years, I’m still in touch with some old friends (like Ivone De Francheschi, we grew up together, but.. darn it, he wore number “10”) and I will never forget the emotions of the first goal, I scored as a professional player, the only goal in the club team, without the Juventus shirt. On the 22nd of November 1992, Mauro Sandreani sent me out to play against Ternana and I scored 5-1 goal. The number on my shirt was 16 (by the way, how much is 6+1?).
For all these reasons I’ll always remain close to Padova and the Padova, the final point of the road, that was 77 km long and that changed my life.
Alessandro
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