75 years ago the Rossoneri faced the Granata at San Siro and dreamed of the primacy. Italy heals the wounds of the war but nobody thinks about it in the stadium: there’s that dribbling rebel who comes from Cerignola…
Post-war Milan is a wounded city that tries to hide the rubble, public and private, with a hyper-activism that will soon become its fortune. On the cobbled streets there are still the bloodstains of a tragic period, the chronicles of newspapers and magazines keep talking about misfortunes, difficulties, misery. Getting back on your feet is a complicated exercise even for a hardworking, tenacious and enterprising people like the Milanese. You can distract yourself as much as possible: an evening at the cinema, an evening at the theater to see the companies of Macario or Ernesto Calindri, and Sunday at the San Siro. Football works precisely as a tool for social escapism.
