The Yearning Kid is Ours: Sprint, Grit, and Chiesa

It was within the injury time—4 minutes added time.

Players were using long sleeves and thick gloves to fight against the cold and the pressure.

Stephan Lichtsteiner, a friendly face that we will always remember and fond of as one of the best modern fullbacks we have ever had after our 2011-2012’s revolution, was still playing as the opposition. He clenched the ball to his wrist and threw it into their backline from a throw-in. Lazio was playing a cautious football before the time mark ends.

Muslera, the number one option for their goalkeeper, received the ball. Instead of playing it slow and killing the time, he went for a long ball into midfield. With fit Chiellini and Mohammad “Momo” Sissoko as our towering backline, however, it was a very questionable decision.

Apart from Lazio’s sudden long ball strategy, it was in no time that the ball was later disposed of. Chiellini headed it out towards Felipe Melo, then rolled into Sissoko. He had his time controlling the ball before sending it long to our right midfielder. It was our number 27, Milos Krasic, he then sprinted towards the inside of the final third, beat his man, and the rest is history.

The match ended with us winning 2-1 at the injury time will always be remembered by our black and white bleeding heart. The goal is definitely not the main ‘memento’ we have about him. Instead, it is the grinta that showed from his run that until today will always and has been forever, particolare.

Such grit reminds me of one name.

That one name that scores two necessary goals against AC Milan.

He is our left and right-wing, and he can speak English better than most of us.

His name is Federico Chiesa.

Two heads are supposed to be two.

Different people have a different set of mental, skills, and grit.

Do not get me wrong. I refuse the idea of comparing one player to another, hence, the smallest element of my body even rejecting the idea of it. Even sand, in its smallest particle of dust and glasses, are consisting of various shapes and squares—left alone football players.

Krasic and Chiesa are two different players, obviously. It is the easiest take that a Juventus fan like me could ever state probably. The other one is a blondie, the other one has a hairstyle like our 13 years old fratellino with a haircut done by their mom. At least that is what Mike and Marco from IFTV said. Subjectively speaking, these two are my favorite Juventus winger from the last decades.

Personally, Krasic brought the football fantasy of me, thus probably represents a lot of people in this family. A speedster—a player that has an enormous amount of speed and pace, that means I always insta-picked him in FIFA or in PES—you name it. And a blonde: an embodiment thus a nostalgic visual of la Furia cecha, the legend that retired too soon. The status stays with him, but the blonde hair magically reappears within Milos, hence, maybe our expectations too. My take about his career is that and only that: we see him as the new Nedved, but he never was and never will. Such comparison is hazardously dangerous, not only for the blonde Serbian, but for everybody.

Football fans are sometimes trapped in this bewildered and disoriented fume of nostalgia—for asking these new kids staked with the sharp expectation to have the same career and achievements as their football legends. Personally speaking, these trends are not necessarily dangerous but can get into players' minds and disrupt their goals and targets. Left alone the fans.

From this standpoint, it should be clear enough that we need to treat our youngsters as they are. A previous step by the previous legend’s path is necessary to observe and learn. Just like what people say, always learn from the best. This opinion, therefore, implying that everyone involved should support the idea of “learning” in football. Consequently, trends such as saying Palladino as the next Ronaldo needs to come to an end with a full stop, years ago. Hence, this also goes with Chiesa.

We have been noticing how very promising the young bloke from Firenze. Not the number 33, just to be clear with you.

This, however, is our soft reminder of how our excitement can turn to be a devastating effect for the bloke. Hold your horses—I understand. The valuation given from the transfer fees and wages can softly be translated into our expectation with a conversion of performance score displayed from the Young National. This, however, does not justified that we can go rogue on the young kid. Development is the process of starting to experience or suffer from an ailment or feeling. This, unfortunately, translated from a good statistic into a bad day at the office. There is a reason why the concept of ‘process’ is defined alongside the word ‘develop’.

In the end, Federico Chiesa is Federico Chiesa. He is our rising Bandiera, and the Azzurri's future. This, however, also defines the fact that he still needs a little bit of time, thus we need to be more patient. The guy may remind us back to Donadoni, or maybe Nedved with the grit and the attitude.

But nostalgia stays there, and reality stays with us right now.

By: @kaaamghif

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