You might not know this but in the early 90s, Serie A was the only football league on public television in New Jersey.
While I was a bit too young to understand who you were, and ignorant of my heritage, I was given the number 10 shirt on all the teams I played for as a kid.
Every time RAI chose the Roma game on Sunday afternoon, it was like opening a gift on Christmas morning. I knew I would get the chance to see this special player – you – and be able to watch in awe of your awesome goals and back-heel flicks, lion-like hair and that certain bit of attitude that reminded the other team that it was you who was in charge.
I was captivated. Read more: