Champions. Of Europe. Winners of the first edition of the UEFA Conference League. Without ifs and buts. Anyone who tries to belittle this achievement is either in bad faith or simply froth of anger. The only Italian team to win a European competition, the last time 12 years ago, just happened to be led by him, our leader and today a prophet in the Giallorossi homeland. The divine Josè.
The only one to have won them all. Fifth cup in his incredible palmares. The “hand of five” at the Tirana stadium. A serial winner, everywhere. All this is Mourinho, that poor old man, derided by many, the same ones who today jump on the winners’ bandwagon. They asked for its head who knows to make room for, perhaps the champagne football of Italiano or De Zerbi, forgetting that in recent decades all those others who had passed here had failed miserably, with even better equipped teams.
In less than a year this gentleman has rebuilt a family, broght people at the stadium, empathy and pride. But above all he brought us the much coveted trophy. He was the only one who could do it. Our hope. And unlike his other prestigious victories, this time he did it with little means available, a team not full of champions, but under construction. His tears are of joy and awareness, making happy the most beautiful fans in the world, for too long desperately looking for victories. This cup has a different and perhaps unique flavor for this very reason.
Rome had been expecting all this since 1961, from the Fair’s Cup. This May 26th partially redeems the finals of 1984 and 1991, wounds never healed. And cancel the other May 26th, the unfortunate one. From today it becomes our day to celebrate in the years to come, for the sake of the Lazio people.
This day will also be remembered for the big party, the parade of the team on board the doouble decker bus, from Caracalla to the Colosseum, a sea of Giallorossi fans at the Circus Maximus. It was destiny. The story, the circumstances. It could not have been otherwise. The watershed between the past and the future.
This immense happiness between tears of joy and emotion has pervaded many Romanistas, especially those of another era or generation. From the 1983 to the 2001 championship. Lost finals. We weren’t used to it anymore. Our thoughts immediately went to our loved ones and to the curva paradise, those who guided us towards this faith, to celebrate this extraordinary event from up there, in the spirit that has always united us and that will never leave us. We love you. Forza Grande Roma. Always.