The world is watching football from Milan, which perhaps will have to escape

The world is watching football from Milan, which perhaps will have to escape


Inter awaits the Champions League final, Milan is in an emotional and corporate earthquake that has shaken the foundations of supporters. And the capital is likely to have two teams playing out of the ordinary

While they slalom among the water bombs, while they slalom (the most attentive of them) to dodge the morbid crap of the updates on the murder of Senago, which is only about twenty kilometers from Piazza del Duomo these days the Milanese have a single subject that they cannot dodge, by hook or by crook, willingly or unwillingly: football. Istanbul night is too close for half of the Ambrosian sky, the Champions League final on Saturday night. Too close, for the other half of the sky, the emotional and corporate earthquake that shook the planet Milan to its foundations.

Only last Sunday there was the great identity embrace at the Meazza for Ibra, transformed from a crippled former champion into the new god of the Rossoneri pantheon. And not even twenty-four hours after the farewell, or dismissal, of the flag of the flags of Milan Berlusconi, Paolo Maldini, technical director in the hearts of the players and fans (who have not appreciated at all, and to digest it will take at least all the summer). What happened in the Rossoneri house, with the American patron Gerry Cardinale who thinks only of business and of business plans and gives the green light to bans in exchange for a kick based on "algorithms", it is the sign of a change of era that applies to everyone.

The particular thing is the moment, and not only because the other Milan team is about to play for a slice of paradise: it is that in this moment, also thanks to that final, worldwide media attention (we are talking about billions of enthusiasts, and thousands and thousands of possible investors) is concentrated on the city of the Madonnina. And that's good, of course. After all, the managing director of Lega Calcio, Luigi De Siervo, has just announced that in the future our championship will be called "Serie A Made in Italy" for foreign countries. And certainly not as a tribute to the tastes of the sovereign government, but because, he explained, our football has an image and economic gap to recover from the other major leagues. In short, everything revolves around football-business, and a brand like Milan's football shines in the eyes of half the world. Everything OK? Unfortunately no.

Mayor Beppe Sala a few days ago tried to bring everyone (institutions included) down to earth: "If there is this constraint from the Superintendency on the San Siro, it's a huge problem," he said. “At the moment we are standing here waiting, but an answer is expected in a couple of months”. If there was an alley, he explained, it would be more difficult not only to modernize the Meazza but also to build a new plant nearby. And since Milan's idea of ​​building its own stadium at the former Maura racecourse died before it was born (here the South Park rules, my lady) old and new transfer ideas have reappeared. From Milan, the latest is to move to San Donato, in an area between Rogoredo and the motorway, well served by the underground and the ring road. What would Inter do? The paradox of a Milan at the top of world football, but with no more teams playing in the city, can turn into a nightmare. A very expensive nightmare.


  • Maurice Crippa

  • "Maurizio Crippa, deputy director, was born in Milan on a February 27th of swallows and spring. It was 1961. He grew up in Monza, his hometown, but for more than twenty years he has been a proud metropolitan Milanese. He attended classical high school and graduated in Cinema History, his first love. Then there are the loves of a lifetime: Inter, the mountains, Jannacci and Neil Young. He works in the Milan editorial office and deals with a little of everything: politics, culture when he can, church when he wants. He is happy to have two great Popes, Francis and Benedict. He hasn't written books ("why write bad new books when there are still so many good old books to read?" Sandro Fusina taught.) He has long pursued the dream of knowing how to use social media, but then, thank God, he repents.

    He is in charge of the weekly page of the GranMilano sheet, he writes Against Mastro Ciliegia every day on the first page. He has a wife, Emilia, and two sons, Giovanni and Francesco, who are no longer children"



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