He crippled a song of the Liberation in his underwear. And the fascist ultras managed to make him a hero of the Resistance. Like the protagonist of Beyond the Garden, like Forrest Gump
Save Private Hysaj. Partisan without his knowledge. Or in spite of himself, who knows. When just a couple of months ago we were the ones to invoke salvation, destroyed by a couple of his defensive retreats that had cost the Champions League to Naples, we would never have imagined him an icon of the Resistance, well beyond the hill, barricaded in the Dolomites, Lazio beams out waiting for him. We remember him in rout with Cagliari, and with Verona, but mostly reluctant a bit to everything, especially to crosses. In six years in Naples he had remained in the ranks, an unknown soldier. Gattuso he had paid him a heartfelt applause in February, for the sacrifice of training with the contract expiring instead of crouching in the rear. With that cold, then. But nothing more. Leaving Castel Volturno he had promised: “it’s not goodbye, it’s goodbye”. The most traumatized had read us a threat.
Instead the silent “communist” Sarri takes him to Lazio and the mess breaks out. Bella Hello, imagine. “Something out of this world”, shouts the head ultrà Franchino. “He couldn’t not have known”, they reproach him, that that is “a politicized song”. Because – it already makes people laugh like that – the Lazio ultras have inquired: he is Albanian, but he is the son of a worker exploited in Italy, he knows that Bella Ciao is a banner of the enemy. Now you’re in Lazio, you can’t sing what you want.
But let’s review, as in the Var, the offending video. It is instructive.
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– 𝑬𝒍 𝑫𝒊𝒆𝒛 🎩💫 #IostoconHysaj (@ sergeeej21) July 17, 2021
Hysaj is at the restaurant, standing on a chair, with his shorts rolled up in his crotch as required by the coarse footballer’s etiquette. It just gives the impression of having woken up to find the invader … He does not know the text, so much so that he is forced to peek from his smartphone. Taken by opera, he lets himself be carried away: he asks the partisan to take him away, “because this year we will win something”. End.
In the background, among the comrades who laugh and joke, we note Pepe Reina who is not right on the left. He, too, overwhelmed by general hilarity, does not notice the outrage to certain values. He does not feel the extent of the blasphemy. Bella Ciao – the feeling is this – is a collateral victim: he could have sung Go away love, it would have been the same thing.
Maybe Hysaj is a champion of espionage, huh. A sleeping cell of the Marxist struggle, which settled between Empoli and Naples and then finally blossomed in the capital. But the faux-tipsy gestures, the euphoria of a fifth-year-old caciara on an educational trip, the vulgar mangling of a song of the Liberation … nothing suggests that Hysaj gave an ideological meaning to his karaoke. Yet we all fell, we included.
Or – but we have no further elements against him – Hysaj is the Hysaj that we have all learned to ignore in recent years: a quiet mid-range full-back with no particular political ambitions. He found himself terrified in the center of a storm greater than himself. Mal-assisted, yes, by his mentor, coach and intellectual of reference Maurizio Sarri. A kind of Chance the gardener from Beyond the Garden (“life is a state of mind”) or Forrest Gump who almost makes peace between the US and the USSR by playing ping pong (“life is a box of chocolates”). He found himself, like the partisan Johnny “in the wrong sector of the right side”, a bit like in Naples: to the right, or to the left, moving with the same class.
The ultras of Lazio – a minority obsessed with itself, given that we are in the phase of the distinction – have succeeded in making the poor Hysaj a flag, a fetish. The first to invent Hysaj’s t-shirt with Che’s beret makes real money.