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"Edwin van der Sar is no lounger laughable"

Friday 27 February 2009

The column of Candido Cannavò was about Edwin van der Sar last week.

The master writer handed in his piece at the desk of the Gazzetta dello Sport and went on to order a plate of pasta in the cafeteria.

After a few bites he started twitching his mouth and he was struck by a brain haemorrhage.

On Sunday the pater familias (78) of Italian sports writing as dead.

Cannavò was a maestro of the written word and was widely regarded as the conscience of Italian sports.

In Italy that means you are somebody.

Il Direttore will be dearly missed.

It makes it all the more special that in the nick of time he rehabilitated Edwin van der Sar.

"Edwin van der Sar is no lounger laughable," was the title of his last epistle.

He used to be though.

He was the laughing stock of both the press and the public.

As goal keeper of Juventus Edwin van der Sar was once called Edwin van der Gol, or even pannocchione (maize stalk).

No flattering nicknames for a shot stopper.

The Dutchman, now breaking one record after the other in England, is remembered in Italy as a maypole who was mocked by Totti with a lob and who made some terrible blunders while minding the Juventus goal.

He made his most famous papera (slip) in 2000 against champions Lazio.

Salas shot wasn't all that powerful, but Van der Sar went down on his but and saw the ball end up in the back of the net.

For the Juve tifosi the cup was full.

Banners and jeers were his part and the media were also ruthless.

Especially La Stampa cut him to pieces and spoke of a lack of charisma, made jokes about the shape of his ears, wrote that he was brutto (ugly) and that he did not have the appearance of a real champion.

All of a sudden everything was wrong with the goal keeper.

Then Juventus coach Carlo Ancelotti fiercely defended him in the media, but later admitted - off the record - that the Dutchman had cost him two league titles.

It wasn't that Ancelotti didn't like Van der Sar.

The former Ajax keeper was much to nice and social for that.

He fitted in the group very well and spoke Italian better than many of his team mates.

His Italian adventure had actually begun rather well.

Only towards the end of his first season did he start messing about.

Getting off his line at the wrong moment, having trouble with high crosses.

Van der Sar became un caso.

Everybody frantically looked for an explanation.

Newspapers were suggesting the Dutchman had a problem wit his eyes and that he simply needed a pair of glasses.

"End of mystery, problem solved," La Repubblica headlined.

"Nonsense," said Van der Sar, explaining they were wrong and that it was Edgar Davids who had a problem with his eyes.

To no avail.

Buffon came, Van der Sar went.

Much to the relief of the fans in Turin and perhaps even much to the relief of Van der Sar himself.

He went to England (Fulham) were he refound the joy of football.

"Nine years after his departure one might wonder where in Jurassic Park that odd Van der Sar is enjoying his pension at the moment. In reality the Dutchman is about to become a legend," Cannavò wrote last week.

"Fortunately life is full of surprises. How beautiful it is to get revenge with a smile."

The words were a mixture of melancholy and joy, Candido Cannavò for the last time.

On Tuesday the born Sicilian was buried on the Cimitero Monumentale in Milan, close to Giuseppe Meazza, the legendary player of Inter.

Next week it's Manchester United–Inter.

The future is Edwin van der Sar's.

 

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"The intellectualisation
of football has
always foundered
on a simple problem-
-the players. Doing
all your most
rewarding thinking
with your feet seems
to dull the philo-
sophical impulse.
Unless, of course,
you are Dutch.
According to legend,
Europeans played
a moronic, muscular
version of the world's
game, until Holland
proclaimed its vision
of total football in the
1974 World Cup,
and enlightenment
dawned."

From:
Brilliant Orange: The Neurotic Genius of Dutch Football