Andrea Pirlo: I Think Therefore I Play
By Andrea Pirlo and Alessandro Alciato
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5What a book, I enjoyed reading it from the start to finish. Andrea is a great story teller and a very funny man, who would have thought.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Great little insider view from Pirlo. Could have had more detail but was a fun read none the less.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Nice book
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Great perspective ok football careers and fate.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5nice book
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5If you’re looking for what in Andrea Pirlo’s upbringing made him one of the world’s finest players (certainly the best midfielder currently not playing at the Camp Nou) you won’t find it here – you’ll learn very little of Pirlo’s early life bar a few brief details of family background and the odd activity he enjoyed. And perhaps that’s no bad thing – invariably these are the parts of the biography that end up being the least fascinating, rarely providing insight and delaying the accounts of great deeds on the pitch that are the point of almost all football biographies. And Pirlo has never been one to be anything less than fascinating. Instead what we get is a non-chronological account of his career, not measured in the bland statistics of goals, assists and passes but in the technicolour shades of emotion and passions. Really, it’s what you want from a biography, the thought processes and feelings of the man on the pitch. There’s insight into squad dynamics, the capriciousness and virtue of club owners and the randomness of a football career – Pirlo reveals that at one point in mid-career he considered retirement (following one of the most infamous losses in Milan history) and that if circumstances had worked out differently he may have ended up playing for Real Madrid, Barcelona or Chelsea. What it also gives, perhaps most importantly, is insight into Pirlo. He’s an admirably well-rounded character, from the title’s play on one of philosophy’s most famous quotes, through repeated references to Woody Allen’s films and his predilection for PlayStation games. Despite the appearance of his cool headedness on the pitch (most famously displayed with the ‘Panenka’ in a penalty shoot-out against England in the 2012 European Championships) he comes across as almost stereotypically Italian in temperament, hot-headed and passionate.Entertaining, but structurally as scattershot as Pirlo’s play generally isn’t.
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Introduction
By Cesare Prandelli, Italy manager
Andrea Pirlo is a player who belongs to everyone. Guys like him should be a protected species. Every ground is Andrea’s ground – fans look at him and see a universal champion, capable of taking them beyond the concept of supporting a single team. They see Italy.
Truth be told, it wouldn’t surprise me if Andrea went to bed at night wearing blue pyjamas, the same colour as the Azzurri jersey. His love for that shirt is immense; absolutely boundless.
Before speaking about the Andrea of today (and tomorrow, and forever), we need to go back to the days when I coached the Atalanta youth teams. My responsibility was the Allievi,¹ and during the week there was always a lot of chat about the toughest opponents and most exciting young talents we’d come up against over the season. Naturally we’d reference Milan and Inter, but most of all we’d talk about Brescia. That rivalry was all about local pride.
As we prepared for training one day, one of my assistants burst into the changing room completely out of breath.
"Cesare, I’ve seen a really talented kid. Insanely good. Trouble is, he plays for the Brescia Giovanissimi."²
What struck me wasn’t so much what he’d said, rather the incredulous look on his face. This was a guy who’d watched hundreds of games in his time. As luck would have it, the following week Atalanta Giovanissimi were down to play that self-same Brescia team. A side where a slight little kid two or three years younger than his team-mates was bobbing and weaving his way round the pitch. That kid’s name was Pirlo.
He left me speechless. I’d never seen anything like it. I got the distinct impression that everyone was watching him and him alone, thinking the exact same thing: "This is the one. This is the new talent." In the eyes of others, he’s never been a child.
Pirlo brings people together because he is football. He’s the most skilful type of player, someone who’s never done anything horribly wrong – he’s the essence of the game. For that reason, he’s recognised as a global talent, a player who sends out a positive message with every touch he takes. The message is that sometimes even normal guys can be truly exceptional.
Those of us lucky enough to be in Bergamo that day bore witness to his ability. On the pitch, he goes about his business with a disarming nonchalance. Few and far between are the players even capable of conceiving of some of the things he does. It’s no surprise that at the end of every Italy game, there’s a queue of opposition players outside our dressing room wanting to swap shirts with him. They like him, too.
The really extraordinary thing is that Andrea is a silent leader – something that’s not easy to find in the world of football. Back in my playing days, before I became a coach, I got to know a fantastic man, Gaetano Scirea.³ It’s uncanny how closely Andrea resembles him. Their way of conducting themselves is identical. On the rare occasions when these silent leaders choose to say something, the rest of the dressing room shuts up and listens.
I’ve witnessed this first-hand on a couple of memorable occasions. The first was as a team-mate of Gaetano’s, the second with Andrea as coach of the Italian national team. I’ll never forget those experiences. In the first instance I was full of awe; in the second, admiration. The lesson was pretty clear: people who keep their voices down reap the rewards later on. And those rewards include the unconditional respect of the people round about them.
In this book Andrea says, and I quote: After the 2014 World Cup in Brazil, I’m going to retire from international football. I’ll be hanging up my heart. Until that day, nobody must dare ask me to stop, apart from Cesare Prandelli, should he have tactical reasons.
I can say for definite that I won’t. The most difficult thing for a coach is to say enough
to a real talent. A choice like that ideally should be made in tandem with the player. But, really, it’s not even worth discussing: I can’t think of a single reason why I’d leave Andrea out between now and the World Cup.
People like him and Gigi Buffon embody the true spirit of Italy. If everyone had the same respect for that shirt, our world would be a better place. After so many battles, their motivation remains exactly the same as it was the first day they stepped into the environment.
Andrea was born dreaming, and to allow us to dream. Thinking about it, he’s still the kid I saw all those years ago, pulling on a Brescia strip that was somewhat bigger than him. There was a time when Atalanta Youths could have signed him, but it would have been a real insult to Brescia. We actually called a meeting to discuss the possibility of bringing him in, but our president Percassi, an enlightened man, understood that we’d have caused a diplomatic incident.
I’ll never forget his words: Pirlo stays where he is. People like him should be left in peace. He needs to keep enjoying himself and playing with happiness. I don’t want him to feel any kind of pressure. He must remain a player who belongs to everyone.
Percassi had understood perfectly. Percassi had understood Pirlo.
1. Literally: the pupils
2. Literally: the very young ones
3. Having started out with Atalanta, Scirea, a sweeper, was at the heart of Juventus and Italy success in the late 1970s and 1980s, including the 1982 World Cup
Chapter 1
A pen. Beautiful, granted, but still just a pen. A Cartier: shiny, a little bit heavier than a biro and emblazoned with the Milan club crest. But still just a pen.
The ink cartridge was blue. Plain old blue. I looked at the pen, spun it round in my hand like an infant examining its first soft toy. I studied the thing from a few different angles, seeking out hidden depths and meanings. Trying to understand. Trying so hard that I felt a headache coming on and a few drops of sweat slide down my face.
Finally, the flash of inspiration arrived. Mystery solved: it was, indeed, just a pen. No added extras. Its inventor had left it at that. Deliberately? Who knows.
Suddenly I heard a voice. For goodness’ sake, don’t use it to sign for Juventus.
Adriano Galliani had at least managed to come up with a decent line. As a leaving present, I’d have expected something a little more than his perfect comic timing. Ten years at Milan, finished, just like that. Still, I raised a smile, because I know how to laugh, loud and long.
Thanks for everything, Andrea.
As the club vice president and chief executive spoke, sat safely behind his desk, I had a look around. I knew his office like the back of my hand. It was a vault in the heart of Milan’s old administrative base on the Via Turati. I had happy memories of that room: other contracts, other pens. And yet I’d never noticed some of the photos on the walls, or had only done so distractedly. Those photos had a weighty history, but the prestige was subtly understated.
There was every type of photo on display. Memories of glory days and once-in-a-lifetime occasions. Trophies lifted into the air; clouds always being pushed just that little bit out of shot. My picture was being taken down from the frame, but not by force. Getting bored of Milan was a risk I didn’t want to run. That’s why at that last meeting I was sorry, but just the right amount. Galliani and Tullio Tinti, my agent, both felt the same way.
We said our goodbyes without regret. In the space of half an hour (probably not even that), I was out of there. When you’re in love, it’s time you need. When the feeling’s gone, having an excuse can help.
Andrea, our coach Massimiliano Allegri reckons that if you stay, you won’t be able to play in front of the defence. He’s got a different role in mind for you. Still in midfield, but on the left.
One small detail: I still thought I could give of my best playing in front of the defence. If the sea’s deep, a fish can breathe. If you put him just under the surface, he’ll get by, but it’s not quite the same thing.
Even with you sitting on the bench or in the stand we’ve won the league. And you know, Andrea, the strategy’s changed this year. If you’re over 30, we’re only offering a year’s extension.
Another small detail: I’ve never felt old, not even at that very moment. Only indirectly did I get the impression that people were trying to make out I was finished. Even now, I struggle to get my head round their reasoning.
Thanks, but I really can’t accept. There’s a three-year deal on the table at Juventus.
It was a polite ‘no’ for Milan, without money even entering the conversation that spring afternoon in 2011. Not once in those 30 minutes was it ever mentioned. I wanted to be thought of as important, a key player in the club’s plans, not someone about to be thrown on the scrapheap.
It was, it seemed, the end of an era and I felt in need of something new. Alarm bells had been ringing ever since the middle of what turned out to be my last season at the club, one ruined by a couple of injuries. I arrived at Milanello for training and realised that I didn’t want to go into the dressing room. Didn’t want to get changed, didn’t want to work.
I got on well with everyone and had a normal kind of relationship with Allegri – there was just something in the air. I recognised the walls that over the years had sheltered and protected me, but now I was starting to see cracks. I could sense some kind of draught that was out to make me sick.
That inner urge to go somewhere else, to breathe a different air, became ever more pressing and intense. The poetry that had always surrounded me was now becoming routine. It wasn’t something I could ignore. Even the fans maybe wanted a bit of relief. For so many years they’d applauded me at San Siro of a Sunday (and a Saturday, a Tuesday, a Wednesday…), but now perhaps they wanted to stick new faces in their Panini album, hear new stories being told. They’d got used to the things I did, my movements, my creations. They weren’t awestruck any more. In their eyes, the extraordinary was in real danger of becoming normal.
You can’t be Pirlo any more. That was a difficult idea to accept. In actual fact, it was deeply unjust. It brought on the start of a sore stomach as I searched in vain for that lost stimulus.
I sat down with Alessandro Nesta: friend, brother, team-mate, roomie. A man with whom I’d shared a thousand adventures, and about as many snacks. At half-time in one of our never-ending football games on the PlayStation, I confessed all. Sandro, I’m leaving.
He didn’t seem surprised. I’m really sorry to hear that. But it’s the right decision.
After my family, he was the first to find out. I kept him up to speed with everything: step by step, tear by tear. Some weeks were harder than others. A countdown was underway inside of me, but it’s never easy to have to leave a place you know everything about. Including all its secrets.
Milan is a little world apart. One that gave much more than it took and, without a shadow of a doubt, stirred strong feelings in me. Sometimes it was dejection mixed with sadness, other times raw emotion. At any rate, it taught me a valuable life lesson: it’s good to cry. Tears are