One dream, one nation
Beijing 2008 was for most of us just the Olympic Games, which are held each four years; it was the time when world records don’t count anymore, and the time to new world records to be established … we have 9.69 the new time measurement for running 100 meters, and we have a legendary crossline from the world champion in men’s 100m, Usain Bolt with the face on the audience and clapping his hands on the chest, in a crazy gesture, t
he beautiful type of crazyness. We had also a 14 yrs Chinese champion on the gymnastics with the world title performance and age analyzed by the CIO but what is the most important, we have new world champions after these 16 days of competition, …. and we have China, as expected, with 80+ gold medals crowned as the best Olympic country, followed by USA, also as expected.
But, what will stay in my mind is the opening and closing ceremony. The footsteps (don’t care if they where artificially created for TV) over the Beijing heading to the Olympic Stadium, the paper monitor, the sidewall run to light up to Olympic Torch, the human spectacle in the field, the strange of the entrance order for the country teams, when from J we skipped to A then to M, and the closing ceremony with the torch tower, Jackie Chan singing, the silk flower and the London bus, as in expectation for London 2012 Olympic Games; another thing that will stay in my mind, strange as it seems, is the inner need to visit China, to see close-handed the dog-hamburger, to eat the red fish and to listen to the beautiful Chinese songs (actually to see the beautiful Chinese singers, but hey … ).
Over all, I think that although China is a closed system, with it’s own values, restrictions and rules, they and we can all dream the dream of Pierre de Coubertin: one nation, one heart … one dream. We can take a deep breath of air for all the chinese and say, without modesty: thank you China for the beautiful show you offer us in the summer of 2008, and I hope to see you soon.
We waited 8 years for a final tournament. We waited 8 years to see the followers of Hagi, Popescu and Co. playing in the green square like lions; and we waited in vain. Yesterday, at Berna, I saw the great Romanian fans shouting like lions for their team, but I didn’t see a team on the field.
Or at least this is what we hope for. We have the time, we have the space, we have the public on our side; all we need is 11 heroes to get into the green field and teach the Italians that football is played by man who know how to score.

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