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THE REVIEW
I go to study at the house of a colleague I met during the academic quarter-hour because he came to bum a rolling paper off me. Once in his room, I can't help but notice the enormous National Alliance flag, the Bonito ashtray, a thousand other knick-knacks, and a book.
"Can I borrow it?"
"Okay, but take good care of it because I care about it."
Paolo Di Canio was an excellent player; his career is full of wonderful technical moves and very controversial episodes. Moreover, in football analysis shows, he always proved to be a just person, always standing out with sharp observations and comments that are always constructive and never trivial. So I wonder why that ideology, why so insistent on a gesture to the point of accepting a 10,000 Euro fine a week, why is "he," the mischievous dwarf, defending him?
I indulge in the reading hoping for some answers, some clarification, some argument. After all, it's not quite the autobiography of Totti, Gattuso, or Materazzi.
To no avail. I stumbled upon a stupid biography of a footballer.
It's just the boring story of another overweight kid who made it.
"Here it is, thanks"
"Already read? Make a coffee and tell me what you think while I roll this one..."
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Summary by Bot
The reviewer approaches Paolo Di Canio's autobiography hoping for revealing insights but finds it unremarkable and typical. Despite Di Canio's known football skills and controversial moments, the book reads as a dull, conventional story. The reviewer remains puzzled by Di Canio's ideology and choices, finding little clarity in the autobiography.
