For those who might be too young... And it's nice that it ends just the way it does...
Federico Buffa Racconta: Johan Cruijff e Il Calcio Totale
Hi Johann, hi, joyful anarchy. The most beautiful player I have ever seen. I don't even remember a single action of his. I remember how wonderful that crazy, unruly, intelligent, joyful, irreverent, unorthodox, ragtag Netherlands was in '74. For some, dreams died on 22/11/63. For some, with Bobby's death, for others with the kidnapping of Moro. For me, they died there. In that cursed final. But - there’s no doubt - from that day forward, every team, even those from the local parish, plays like those madmen did. You didn't lose that final. No. You won it. And you're still lifting the cup.