And three: Antonio Conte and Napoli, like Antonio Conte and Inter, like Antonio Conte and Chelsea: the teams change but the product is always the Scudettobefore they had been Three badges with Juventus.
Antonio Conte’s equation knows no unknown: fatigue+fatigue+effort = result. Point. Conte, eyes of ice and Bragia without contradiction, does not shape on the teams he encounters, his recipe is always that: work, work and work without distractions and without interference. If the case: isolated and head down.
It is up to it to adapt and obey the commander’s diktat, it costs an “Gentuchoric” style training. But it is undeniable that it works. Nobody would have predicted the Napoli Scudetto at the beginning of the season this year, but in the middle of the one he had understood that he pulled the air of possibilities, with the Napoli winter champion, even if he then ended up at a point from the end with Inter who in his story of championships like this, pulled to the photo finish, has lived many.
He has won the unwritten law again which wants the winter sample in general to prevail even at the end. Nothing taken for granted though, if not the Conte factor. A career as a player from a median and/or right outside between Lecce and Juventus, shaped by Carlo Mazzone and Giovanni Trapattoni, masters very differently from him, who certainly transmitted him things: the Ruspsy Mazzone was the exact opposite of Count Mister Graduate, Trapattoni despite knowing severity knew the ropes of Bonomy. While, meanwhile, the role of strong midfielder in attack and defense to Conte as a player before the time the vision of the game.
The companions from the first hour, requested as an uncertain now to remember the past, want Conte from the young nervous, very prepared and coach on the field, with leadership qualities. The grit and the determination taught him the injuries many and serious from a young age: at just over 16 he is in the first team with Lecce, he has just 17 when the tibia breaks at the second game of the Italian Cup. It could be the beginning of the end but whoever thinks it does not know Conte, his character of a fierce determination at times, that a is still one of the keys to his successes.
Man alone in command, Conte is one who does not send them to say, confident in himself at the limit of arrogance, strong of the results that give him reason, also at the risk of jeopardizing his sympathy. Antonio Conte coach is one who does not spare clashes and frictions, it almost seems that his team isolation and the besieged citadel syndrome is functional or, perhaps who knows, it is at his style of command.
Ever since Antoniocontecaapitano, all attached as they sang in the Juventus corner, has become antoniocontecomandante it works like this. And it works even if it is not nice to everyone. Nor is he convinced that he had to be. He wants and knows how to be winning and that’s enough for him. In Italy as abroad. The results, moreover, at that level of sport are the only thing that makes curriculum. The way of obtaining them that Conte has, passes through this style, sometimes almost “a hostile”.
An antithetical way to that of Carlo Ancelotti for a few days officially CT of Brazil. Carletto has an all different pasta and another way to get to the result (we got there, to the point of being the only one to have won in all five main European alloys): he does it by whispering the players, creating stretches lying down in the locker room, with self -irony if the case, but also with the courage to take responsibility by removing it from the team, for example when it was to say to the world that if a player is offended for racist insults or Spain. The floods the football comes later. For the world of Conte and Ancelotti are two models of Made in Italy excellence, they play it with pasta and pizza, Different, with one thing in common: having been median, players at the service of their teams, not first of all with the easy network (even if Ancelotti had a shot from afar capable of miracles from outside the area), one thing that helps when going to the other side of the white line, where those who command must send others and trust what they know how to do.
