Napule also celebrates Fiorentina. But between Spalletti and De Laurentiis…

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Napule is champion, the rest doesn’t count. If there was a fan wizard, a Harry Potter with Osimhen’s shirt who could endlessly block this moment of pure and pristine joy, this would be the right time. The magical and unrepeatable moment to stop the most awaited show with Maradona’s 50 thousand hoarse with happiness for everything that has come with this third championship dreamed of for 33 years. Having also beaten Fiorentina, with a penalty from Osimhen after the bomber with the mask had wasted another penalty, is just an attachment, a twist that only adds a few more firecrackers of joy in a mobile party without borders. Which from the Maradona stadium – with the fine direction of Paolo Sorrentino – spreads everywhere: from Buenos Aires to New York, from London to Paris, from Milan to Rome in a sort of infinite blue embrace that drives away all the melancholy in the world.

Here, stopping it now, this magic, would be fantastic. A moment before some stain, some resentment, some poison, some controversy from social networks, dirty everything, making us go back down from Paradise to the cellar. For example, it is really necessary to know now, in black and white, if the most valuable pieces, from Osimhen to Kim , will they be sold to refinance a new Naples? Or if the two protagonists, the president De Laurentiis and the coach Spalletti, will find an agreement to restart together? Do you have to tell us today? Why ruin everything with these strange stories of pecs and rogue options?

We know: both of you, in your own way, have the famous “Cazzimma”. They both like to be center stage. But kindly do us a favour: enjoy the party, the chants and the compliments. The president deserves them because, after having taken over the club from bankruptcy and then refusing billionaire offers, he built a group on which, just a year ago, no one would have bet a euro. It takes courage to go against the wind in a country where you always have to smooth everyone’s hair, announcing miracles without ever doing them.

The miracle, a well-planned project, was then completed by Spalletti, a Tuscan from Certaldo (the town of Giovanni Boccaccio), who at the age of 64 won the first championship of his life. Edgy, moody, sometimes enigmatic with the strange metaphors of him: it doesn’t matter. Luciano Spalletti, despite his wonderful defects, has managed to build a little jewel that, playing and having fun, has broken record after record. A perfect car that made both the team and the whole city fly. And the city made him king. Now please, dear friendsenemies, the party has just begun, enjoy it! And as the great Pino Daniele warned: “Nun nce shattered ‘o fuck!”

Juventus beat Atalanta (2-0) and flew to second place. The Bianconeri, in the sprint for the Champions League, moved forward by bypassing Lazio and keeping the pack of pursuers at a distance (Inter, Milan, Rome and the Bergamo players themselves ). Penalties permitting, Allegri’s team takes a big step forward in the race for Europe by overcoming an uncomfortable competitor and finally rediscovering a certain confidence with goals thanks to the young Iling, who unlocks the result in the second half and the rediscovered Vlahovic well served by Church.