.

Setelah kemarin nasib sial yang datang menghampiri yg otomatis membuat pikiran saya g karuan sampai2 g bisa tidur ma nyenyak. Sial bnget dah. Tapi intinya mimpi saya semalam g ada hubungannya ma nasib sial saya kemarin.

Jadi begini ceritanya. Berawal dari nasib sial yg g bisa saya ceritakan panjang lebar disini [sial banget sampe2 saya pingin amnesia] kepikiran terus sampe-sampe tidur pun g nyenyak. Eh sekitar jam 3 pagi saya pun terbangun dan pasti g bisa tidur lagi. Kondisi kyak gini memaksa saya bangun dari tempat tidur dan menghidupkan laptop yg dari kemarin g saya sentuh. Setelah hampir sejam di depan laptop akhirnya saya pun merasa sedikit ngantuk dan mulai bosan. Ya udah....tdur lagi deh.

Yang asik.a pas ini nih. Entah apa yg mungkin saya pikirkan tiba-tiba saja si BENING nonggol di mimpi saya. Kali ini entah dari mana dia tiba2 muncul didepan ruang kuliah saya, g ad angin g ad ujan. Bla....bla....bla dan seterus.a [saya lupa detail mimpi saya...inti.a ini bukan sinetron kok] kami berdua pergi entah kemana. Yang makin membuat perasaan saya makin tentram,, sepanjang jalan saya selalu menggenggam tangan si BENING,, g pernah lepas. \o/

Sampai saat ini saya masih g tw arti mimpi saya semalam apa...moga aj hal-hal baik.

Moga aj penantian saya selama ini ntar ad jawaban pastinya.

Atau walaupun cuma buah tidur dan g ad artinya apa2 toh saya sudah cukup senang walaupun cuma mimpi.

>>nino182<<

When I was a child there was just Padova and not yet The Padova. There were Basilica of Sant'Antonio, square full of pigeons, short trips with my parents and field trips with my school. San Vedimiano is only 77 kilometers far from Padova, but for me it seemed to be a long long journey. Now when I think back, I realize that those 77 kilometers were the exact distance between the child I no longer was and the man I was becoming: for the first time in my life I was far from home, always following the ball, that has never ever left me alone. I was thirteen, the number 'ten' shirt in Juventus was worn by Zavarov and I didn't have this number, not even in Padova, playing for 'Giovanissimi', in fact, at that time I had number seven on my shirt, the same number I wore when we won the World Championship in Berlin. I spent all my teen years in Padova, teen years of a boy, who left his family in San Vendemiano, with hope, fear, enthusiasm and ambitions in his heart. And the will to play. It seems like I went to the other part of the world, but for me that way was really something huge, because it was the symbol of separation. My Mum still remebers the time when i was about to take the train and she was giving me the last advices:"Stay close to other people and be careful" I had to change the trains in Mestre and there I had to wait for another train for thirty, forty minutes. Then, my parents came to see me in Padova and it was my turn to instruct them:"Be careful in Mestre, changing the platform" My Mum says that exactly at that moment she realized that I had grown up. I grew up together with the others I shared the flat with not far from the AAppiani stadium. Also here I went through all the stages, from Giovanissimi to Allievi to Primavera. The same happened in the National team: Under 16, Under 17 (the first World Championship in my career in Montecatini, I debuted against the USA after two days of high temperature and I failed the penalty in front of Pelè, who was on the tribune), and finally Under 18. I remember well the weekly matches against the main team in those years, when I had to face people like Albertini, Di Livio, Maniero, Benarrivo, Galderisi. There I understood, that I was and could be quite competitve.On the 15th of May,1992 at the Giovanni Celeste stadium, wearing Padova shirt I debuted in Serie B in the match against Messina,with Bruno Mazzia on the bench but above all on that day I lived the emotions of the first goal, scored by a professional player, the only goal in the club team, without the Juventus shirt. On the 22nd of November 1992, Mauro Sandreani sent me out to play against Ternana and I scored 5-1 goal. The number on my shirt was 16 (by the way, how much is 6+1?).