There is only gratitude, reading the newspapers the day after Valentino Rossi’s announcement. The world champion will retire at the end of this season, and therefore all the good moments he gave during his career have surfaced. Not today’s difficulties, not the mystery of his new team to be managed. From Tavullia, Rossi has made the history of two wheels and even those who have contributed to tell it bring the right gratitude.
“In the yellow-colored stands, in 46 flaunted on helmets everywhere, stuck to refrigerators and rear windows, there is an unparalleled sharing, the image of a champion and then of a brother, of a beloved son. Goliardia to play down the tension of the challenge; irony to communicate on and off each track according to an alienating style. The blue line of the Riviera, a clan of friends tuned to the blond of Tavullia but also a curious reserve, the moon that on his helmet has always alternated with the sun. It indicates a personality that is anything but simple, willing to reflect to be fast, to learn by putting aside the gifts of talent. Rossi has also become an adult, he has also welcomed that part of himself that brakes in the face of a wicked venture. A relief for those who love him, with the awareness, his and ours, of having to fill a chasm“, He narrated Giorgio Terruzzi in the Corriere della Sera.
“The farewells of the champions are indelible wounds. Valentino Rossi is a fixed figure of our sports crib. The world of advertising defines it as “a made in Italy brand”. A winning effigy, even when it loses. Rossi has been the best, not in the Dalemian sense, for an infinite amount of time: out of 26 seasons he has been at the top for 18 years. No one like the Doctor, so we renamed him, precisely because he ran with the finesse of surgeons. The numbers shine, and illuminate: so far Valentino has scored 6330 points, by far the first ever. So, we got used to him. Like at Ferrari. His legend is beyond the finish line. Rossi has made his coming out from the races. Tired of being overtaken and overtaken by rookies; to baccagliare with those of Yamaha, which should also raise a monument to him“, Leonardo Coen analyzed in the Fatto Quotidiano.
“Let’s take the case of Valentino Rossi. He has no self-esteem, let’s say, ‘naked’, but always on a motorcycle. The meaning of his life is to be on a motorcycle, indeed he is probably more at ease than in an armchair. At a certain point, the horse on which he is hoisted, his motorbike, disappears. The result is self-mourning, the feeling of no longer counting for anything. Self-mourning means perception of the end. Sport is based on the body and the body wears out. When the body inevitably betrays them, for great sportsmen there are two cases: either they are good at preparing for that moment, or they end badly. It is not an economic issue, as they have usually made a lot of money. But, in fact, of self-esteem. Paradoxically, Nobodies are luckier. Ordinary people, those who do not have to get off a podium because they are on earth, already live in everyday life. They have completely different self-esteem, so losing it is less dramatic. Especially since today’s sportsman often has an all-or-nothing mentality. The Nobody, on the other hand, knows that today it is raining and tomorrow it is sunny. Imagination is the representation of a future reality. It is Valentino Rossi who, while still on the bike, thinks about what Valentino Rossi will be without a bike. Some succeed, others don’t: they are the ones who never give up. I think of Gigi Buffon: I think he won’t retire because he can’t imagine himself except between the posts. In France, for years, public employees who retire have started psychotherapy a year before doing so“. The psychiatrist Vittorino Andreoli told the newspaper La Stampa.
“For us Italians, it’s a bit like when the Beatles broke up. Or like when Muhammad Ali lost his last boxer fight, he grabbed a microphone and said: Unfortunately time has caught up with me. Time, already. Scanned by chronometers, for decades he was Valentino Rossi’s best ally. And we, entire generations, got used to reflecting ourselves in the vaguely narcissistic talent of a character who was able to embody, perhaps and better than anyone else, the spirit of an era that lasted over a quarter of a century. In fact, we would be doing a disservice to the ex-boy from Tavullia if we considered him only an ace of two wheels, a speed hero, a champion stronger than thrills, a very healthy son of the land of motors. Like very few others before him, Valentino has captured the imagination of the country. We identified ourselves in his overtaking, we recognized ourselves in his sometimes smargiasty cheerfulness, we cultivated the insane belief that he would never grow old, like a Peter Pan on Neverland. I met grandmothers who almost neglected their grandchildren on Sunday afternoons. And those grandchildren, today, have already taken a degree, they have grown up continuing to cheer for Valentino“, he wrote Leo Turrini on the Resto del Carlino.