For two days I have not thought of that embrace of Insigne Ancelotti

The truth is that I think about it continuously. 48 hours have passed and I think about it. I talk to everyone about it. It is my thermometer to understand how much my interlocutor is a fan. Also because now in Naples a virus has taken possession of the former supporters. The neo-supporters of Juventus are like the replicants of Blade Runner (but those were the good ones, these are the infamous). Apparently they stayed as before. Apparently. But then they betray themselves. And above all, when Napoli wins, they make a strange face. They retreat to their shells. They disappear. At most they talk about the game. You win 3-2 away, go ahead twice, get caught, then mark 3-2, Insigne runs and becomes the protagonist of one of the most exciting scenes of Calcio Napoli, and what do you do? You talk about the game. Of game then, of what you consider game. Oh well I understand. A feeling of profound nausea pervades me in seeing you – even a feeling at the Hannibal Lecter, at the Pasquale Barra – but let's move on. I imagine you rejoice at a goal from Juventus and I think that punishment can be enough. Dante misses you in hell and lets you in, you're too dirty.

I lived the scene live, at the Red Bull Arena, but it's not enough. It's not enough for me. It's never enough for me. I recorded the game and picked it up again. And I take this opportunity to express solidarity with viewers who – from a director of contemporary ones, who hate football – were denied the action that led to 3-2. They barely managed to see Lorenzo's pitch.

At that moment, after scoring the goal, Lorenzo has a highway in front of him. He could look for a camera and say the most polite phrase possible. He asked: "He put me on the bench", or "I wanted him". Immediately after scoring, the scene is strange. Lorenzo makes the heart to the fans, then he starts to run. In the center of the area there is Callejon that looks at him and walks. Pure Mertens, who served him as an assistant, walks. Instead, he has a school tournament reaction. Because those celebrations there are seen only in school tournaments, in summer tournaments. When a mood is expressed that cannot be described. Pure joy. At that moment, you don't think of anything else and you don't want to be anywhere else in the world.

Lorenzo knows very well what to do. And this is what moves us. Insigne points the bench, wants to go to him. In a moment the prosopopoea or the alleged prosopopea of ​​the captain of Naples is dissolved. The one who snorts, who feels belittled. What, let's face it, Napoli was wrong not to sell this summer. And I'm among those. I would have sold it. But in Salzburg it moved me. How I hadn't been moved for a long time.

He went to look for Ancelotti. While the whole bench was poured into the field. He accelerates, searches for his father. He sketches two jumpies at the Falcao after the draw in Italy in 1982. Insigne does not simply want to exult. Insigne wants to embrace Ancelotti. He puts his hands on his shoulders and then shakes his head. Alla Gattuso, says Lucio Pengue. Yes, to Gattuso.

I had never seen Insigne like that. I loved it. Suddenly. I, who have never had any transport for him. Although he considers him a strong player, but in the end always disappointing. And then that plea in his eyes, to put it to Mogol, that he didn't want to know to cancel. I wrote didn't want any, I didn't write don't want any.

But at that moment, in the moment of scoring, Insigne made his choice. And make a captain's choice. A construction choice. Ancelotti is there waiting for him, he suffers, he says: "I told you", "I told you". Then the others arrive. Koulibaly, Di Lorenzo, Malcuit, Nista. The whole team, as if they were waiting for nothing else. Someone, perhaps, continues to walk. But it's not important. Ancelotti knows that the game is not over. He knows that a minute before Koulibaly was mocked by a cross in the center of the area and we suffered the 2-2. After two seconds, quit rejoicing. Back to the coach. He addresses the candidate for the Golden Ball. He tells him something. It gives directions, because otherwise that father would be. While Malcuit grips him in a vice. Impossible not to love him.

But the highlight is still to come. The mutton melts, after all, about fifteen minutes are left to play. But Insigne that right arm from Ancelotti's neck never took it off. When friends leave (cit.). he stays alone with his father and hugs him again. He wants to reiterate the concept: if he didn't understand, I came here for you. And then, in post-match interviews, he publicly apologizes.

And here I am at the hundredth viewing of the video. Like an idiot. While other former Napoli fans are worried tonight about the absence of Cristiano Ronaldo in Lecce.