As Fabio Grosso placed the ball on the penalty mark, he must have thought to himself: How many penalty kicks have ever been taken in the world, and as each kick lead whoever followed it into a new joy, or delusion, tomorrow that moment will pass on to be a memory. Sure it's just a penalty kick like every other one, but it's more than just kicking a ball into a net. In Fabio's case it was probably a moment that would come only once in his life, but if he succeeded, once would be enough. As he slowly stepped away from the ball, the world stopped to watch him, he knew that. Every single movement he made was being carefully watched by millions of people. His country depended on him, his team mates, his family... Silence fell on the Olimpiastadion, silence fell upon Berlin, silence, while everyone waited... We would probably only be able to fully understand what a man feels in his position, if we happened to find ourselves in the same exact situation.
He must have thought back to how it all began, Italy's long struggle to seize the moment, the trophy, and the glory that they hadn't seen for 24 years. He knew that it all began in 1990, when the Italian's were defeated on penalty kicks playing on their own grounds, and, feeling the bitter taste of defeat, had to give way to let the Germans reach the highest step. Four years later, the penalty kick Italians will probably never forget, which did not require any explanations, marked a new, and horrible era that would haunt Italian football for years to come. And so came the disasters of the 1998 World Cup, the 2000 Euro Cup, the 2002 World Cup, and the 2004 Euro Cup. Italian football fans had forgotten how to smile, but...
On the 12th June 2006, it all changed. Italy walked back on to the pitch yet again, like a boxer that had been thrown to the floor uncountable times but yet stood up again, to face his obstacles yet again. 11 brave gladiators, walking on to the pitch, without a single trace of fear on their faces. Their battle began, and lasted 30 days, but they all knew, those would be the longest 30 days of their lives. At each goal scored by the Azzurri, a smile slowly, very slowly and faintly, began to repaint itself on the faces of all Italians. It was a very familiar smile which seemed to have been lost forever, but who did not abandon them. It slowly returned, after a long and painful wait. No one dared to show their smile, because there still was a long battle to fight. On the night of 9th July 2006, the Italians found themselves one step away from that one moment everybody dreamed of, but very few deeply believed in. Silence...Fabio looked up at the sky, and nobody knew what he was thinking exactly, but it felt as if everyone was sharing that moment, that excitement, that pressure with him. The final moment came, Fabio got off his feet and started towards the ball, Barthez watched him carefully, not losing his movements for even a split second. The commentator's voice on the TV seemed to echo throughout an eternity: He shoots...
All the tragedies that Italian football had seen for the past two decades could not have been solved in any better way...than a penalty kick. After the storm, that lasted 24 agonizing years, Italians had finally found sunshine...
"Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe."
Congratulazioni Azzurri, Grazie di tutto.
Text written by: Luca Miglionico