" This is my first World Cup final : July 11, 2010, Holland-Spain 0-1. "
For the record, after an hour (intera!) to plaintive cry (!) Decided that the young viewers could begin watching the second half of the game sits comfortably on the legs of the mother, in an armchair. And with him the rest of the family. But then fall asleep in extra time.
My first World Cup final was in 1970, Brazil-Italy 4-1, but I have no memory (for luck). The first vivid memory is of the 1978 final, Argentina-Netherlands 3-1 (what a coincidence, of New Holland). I remember I was on vacation from my uncles in the Veneto region and on a Sunday afternoon playing people from the names already epic: Passarella, Ardiles, Kempes, van de Kerkhof brothers (one played with his arm in plaster).
But the real end of which I have a clear memory is, of course, that of Italy-Germany 3-1, 1982. Rezzago: tv in the garden with my grandfather Fiore. A curse for the penalty miss by Cabrini and rejoice with and as Tardelli after the third goal. Then celebrate with lots of banner through the streets of the country. Needless to say, all were already asleep.
