Non poteva essere che questa canzone, ormai diventata sinonimo di vittoria nell'ambito sportivo, ad accompagnare questo post di ricordi adolescenziali. I Queen nel loro primo ed antisegnano dei video musicali. Una rarità per i tempi in cui fu pubblicato. Difficilissimo poter rintracciare un video musicale allora!
Noi siamo i campioni, urla Freddie, e noi pure ci ritenevamo tali, per lo meno con la fantasia...
Correva l'estate dell'anno 1960. The school holidays were a godsend ... then Long months to enjoy the most absolute freedom. Ready to roam far and wide in the valley of the "Sciscion" playing at the Far West, or immerse yourself in its oxbows (a favorite was the "ssciusa") to wallow happy afternoons, or even venture into the bike (scassatissime with the chassis and a woman) in search of new scenarios and new roads never traveled. But that year we were waiting for a great sporting event. The radio (what you say? ... Television? ... Was not home !...) and the newspapers reported in a crescendo of advances spasmodically, the news for excellence: The modern Olympics would take place in Rome. And for us, orphans image, they began to multiply the fantasies that were running in our young minds immaculate. Only a few rare photograph Tuttosport (it was still almost exclusively a newspaper to read and the photos were very rare.) And the much more significant and abundant that appeared in the weekly "Sports illustrated" that sometimes, with some sacrifice money could procure us comfort and help to create our imagination.
This news fueled in us (I speak in the plural, since then the games were shared backyard with my brother and my cousin Eugene GianCarlo of two and three years older than me.) Desire to emulate disciplines and to experiment in the easiest and replicable without any equipment. Essentially then jumps racing and derived from athletics leggera.Mio Giancarlo cousin who was almost 16 years and have attended the "Mossotti" school of accounting at Novara, was endowed with an uncommon ability to organize and was an accountant in the future have a predilection for everything that was statistically controlled. He was able to collect and process in a "monstrous" creative he were to analyze any data. Imagine if it had not been able to "historicize" times and measures that we were going to achieve.
From an organizational standpoint, I just remember that, for making measurements, ad esempio del salto in lungo oppure delle distanze dei 50 e 100 metri che avremmo dovuto percorrere, si era dotato di una "bindella" raccolta tra due lastre rotonde di latta fissate centralmente da un rocchetto di legno (usato allora per raccogliere il filo da cucire)per avvolgere una fettuccina lunga 20 metri sulla quale aveva segnato con una pazienza veramente certosina dei trattini e delle scritte numeriche, che demarcavano i metri, le decine di centimetri ed addirittura i centimetri stessi. Usando il metro da sarta flessibile, che allora non mancava in ogni casa, come modello di riferimento, ricostruì il primo strumento che ci necessitava.
Naturalmente modern rib posted here serves only as an example of how that could be built from rudimentary Giancarlo (abbreviated "Ginch" as we called him then), while the reel is just like that then.
The second, to assess the time spent on races, was a watch with a stopwatch that allows you to read even the tenth, but that had not yet, however, the function of sleep! It was necessary to have a great eye for capturing the moment of the fateful arrival of virtual ribbon-cutting ceremony. Fortunately it was only the official timekeeper and then Giancarlo errors, if there were, however, had the same degree of imperfection. Maybe ill, or well you do not know him, he'll incoglieva to detect when its time was me or my brother to use the clock ....
But where and with whom we competed?
Who is now said ... The trio was the only team "invited" and entered the competition! There would be no discussions for the award of medals, three were up for grabs, gold, silver and bronze, and three were competing to be awarded! The games of the First Olympiad, called Baraggioni 1960 because of the constituency of participants in the farmhouse of residence, were then only a beginning in a minor key, the prologue to the next big issues, including Vergano, that lasted until 1964, when they saw a large number of athletes participate. It took place must be
Baraggioni locations (with the only variation consumatesi bicycle racing on the road, then deserted, which went from Boca to the Sanctuary). In the bottom of our farmhouse, I mean south, where the home of Bruno from "Pargot, which then still had not risen, the housing end, begins the subtle grassy expanse of the valley leading to Sizzone Fugnano. Near the eastern slope leading up to the columbarium, in places Baragiuna, a well-marked trail skirted the edge of a meadow, on the one hand, and a row of trees that bordered a cart on the other. There we went, with the famous rib noted that there might be at least 100 meters in the home straight and decides to carry out races and jumps of the specialties of athletics. The place was called the Olympic Stadium in the story that my cousin Ginch published for the occasion in the magazine he had founded, in which he wrote and that he was careful to prepare and print amanuensis.
Written with meticulous attention to a type A4 sheet folded in two, is an incredible testimony of how those years we lived in a carefree, but also very, very sporty. Narcotics are also inserts advertising, probably copied from the sports newspapers of the time. People who like the style deliberately pompous and redundant of "articles" that will take care to attach, not has only to click on it and smile with us for great deeds, as a kind of "Tartarini" (from Tartarin Tarascon sbruffonesco valiant knight and venture ...), moreover could boast the honor of having won medals at the Olympics ... of Baraggioni! 
Those first Olympics had a ruler: my brother Eugene. Had no rivals in the fast lane. I do not know how I managed to win the race I most gritty, the 50-meter dash ... Certainly my specialty was shooting short, while Eugene had a deadly progression.
I have not written but I emphasize here: the competitions, with the exception of cycling, had the performance in individual, that everyone competed against himself. Only the fastest time or the linear measure decreed the goodness and the size of our performance. It was a great way to fight against their own limits, to improve, beyond the direct comparison, that is, without a train, sometimes subtle, the humiliation of defeat.
In that time I made a few pictures of us with a camera scassatissima purchased by mail with a coupon that appeared in Mickey Mouse. I think it was a Ferrania. The nice thing is that the development of the photographs was done by ourselves, in a dark basement with the equipment to provide to Gino "Quai" our eccentric neighbor to whom I shall have occasion to speak in another post.
being part of the real races are two images that will insert now. Unfortunately the quality is really poor. The recovery in motion, with quell'antidiluviano device, but proves nothing short of disgraceful. I'm in the arrival of 50 meters, I look like a bald old man .....( as they are now ...)
What stands out is the long jump Ginch. A teacher in the disciplines of jumping. Could coordinate movements just by blowing at the right time to take off the charge muscular jumps. He tried to instill in us the best technique to make we had the best potential due to the ease of travel. Unbelievable was also the approach to the triple jump, which we initially proved difficult because of the timing of movements. We had never seen perform live ... We learned the technique from sketches drawn in a review of CSI, I think, paid to young people in learning the fundamentals of athletics. Ginch magazine that had recovered in that of Novara in the library of oratory boarding school where he used to have lunch before the afternoon shift at school. (Which he attended boarding school in the year when I did high school in Italy).
I enter another document of the era.
At the end of the Olympics drew this Ginch extra allegato allo Sportivo. Tutti i risultati conseguiti e la cosiddetta "medagliera" come l'aveva chiamata. Ancora non leggevamo sui giornali il termine giustamente usato poi in seguito "il medagliere" ( quanto giustamente non si sa...) Lui l'aveva chiamata al femminile e forse anche più appropriatamente poichè poteva considerarsi come una bacheca (femminile...) nella quale riporre ed evidenziare le medaglie vinte : una medagliera, quindi.
Ci sarebbero altre mille cose da scrivere, ma me le riserverò per il prossimo post dedicato alle Olimpiadi di Vergano, quando la partecipazione other guys will make it both more interesting and the photographs that will please remember after almost fifty years.
I only remember that the famous Olympic Stadium which saw the unfolding of the first edition of the Olympics Verganesi, there will be no trace in the annals of sports. The "trio" took the north and ventured on the banks of Sciscion to look for alternatives for the race. One was found in the area "Ssciusa. He could afford a nice straight line of 50 meters and a distance of 100 meters with a bend insensitive. It was practiced for a few rare occasions.
The natural outcome of our events was the stadium, "Benjamin", used in the past, as noted, for the Cologne Solar of Vergano. When we put ourselves in the foot was still in excellent condition. It only takes a cut of grass and a small work of deforestation of light shrubs. We settled there and for at least seven or eight years he lived a very happy season of small and large events.
in scanning the various options of land use to accommodate the stage of our dreams, we wandered to the shores of Sciscion and explored its shores. I have a couple of shots documenting the excursions of the trio near the stream and "climb" the wall of the western shore of Sciscion, just north of the "punt'd tola", which in this area is quite steep.
Eugenio and I at the base of the "climbing"
Ginca ed io al culmine della "scalata". Dietro noi, sulla collina oltre la valle, Mirasole la parte settentrionale di Vergano
Ingrandimento alla base della "scalata
Io sto sorridendo, forse già allora consapevole delle "rodomontate" che ci creavamo nelle nostre piccole testoline. Ma il mondo ci appariva troppo grande e immaginavamo di farci grandi pure noi. We are the champions, siamo i campioni. Non era per niente vero, naturalmente, ma è stato bello crederci e giocarci.
E dopo di noi, temporalmente naturalmente..., entreranno nella leggenda dello sprint Harmin Hary e soprattutto Livio Berruti e la gazzella nera Wilma Rudolph, eroi della pista dell'Olimpico. Delle loro imprese mi risuonano ancora nelle orecchie i commenti alla radio in diretta ( Forse era già Paolo Rosi?) e mi ricordo di essermi catapultato in cortile gridando e correndo come un forsennato su e giù per la strada dopo che Livio tagliò per primo il fatidico nastro... Lui sì che era in cima al mondo!
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