Portrait of Perfection: The Contingency of Innatism. In a certain sense Plato was right: some dogmatic principles of knowledge are innate in human minds. In the translation to the world of football there is almost always the certainty that when you face Atalanta you are facing the same frame. Well yes, man against man, Gasperini stamps projected to strike Inzaghi’s pawns without delay. The script does not change an inch, from year to year. It is an instant and aggressive impulse, based on intense dynamism. The pressure can be glimpsed in that energetic courage in the construction of dangers. And the start is a harbinger of interesting situations for Inter. A perpetual motion, an illustrative overview, which leads to the advantage track: sprints, accelerations, additional constructions, overlaps and superpositions. Thuram stings, or rather, stings, the unfortunate Atalanta deflection gives Inter the lead.
THE MANIFESTO OF TECHNICAL AND PRAGMATIC PERFECTION. San Siro pushes hard right from the start, that’s how it should be: a cauldron that tries to stun Gasperini’s team, whose confidence is slightly dented by the Inter attack. The tortuous folds of the management march become calculating superiority, even though the Gasperini stamps attack the Inter midfield with great temperament. Intensity is answered with the same ingredient: a strongly defined elevation of identity. The management track, this unknown. The manifesto of the modern game, knowing how to combine technique with speed and organization in the immediate recovery of possession. The pace is infernal and the repeated conclusions put the Atalanta rearguard (and not a little) in difficulty, especially in a very high-paced start to the match. Ten minutes of a manifesto of technical and pragmatic perfection, when Barella unleashes a left-footed volley, a kiss to the net, an irresistible trajectory even for a good goalkeeper like Carnesecchi, who had tried to avoid the worst by stretching out. The Bergamo reaction was entrusted to the attempt from outside by Zappacosta who tested Sommer, with Retegui failing to tap in.
PERPETUAL AND OVERFLOWING MOTION. Start of the second half… and boom: Thuram scratches. He stings, he pricks, with his claws. He tears like a great player. But not only that: he reflects and refines, builds and finalises. The maneuver is PlayStation-like: forward and backward, right and left, the coordinates of space and time are expertly orchestrated by the rampant black and blue pawns. Poker is Tikus’s: authoritative, impressive performance. You choose a prized adjective, we would be pleonastic. Absorbing the runs is the reciprocal key of the insertions without the ball. Because the management in minutes like these is not even to be calculated. You have to seize the moments thinking about the usual concept that everything transforms and nothing is destroyed. The archive is the definition of what could happen in a few minutes. Inzaghi’s innatist philosophy presupposes codified principles of a vertical, intense, aggressive and devastating football. The goals are numbers, the fun in the stands is amazing. The Goddess was also demolished and brought back to earth. Anyone else still have doubts about which team to beat?
