"What's wrong with being the third goalkeeper? I earn a salary of half a million euros and watch football for free every week!" — Bell.
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In the summer of 1988 in Florence, the afternoon sun resembled melted honey, thickly splashing onto the red brick stands of the Franchi Stadium.
The cheers of forty-three thousand fans surged like waves, causing the rusty iron railings to vibrate and hum.
Five-year-old Tommaso Bellini clutched the hand of his father, Old Bellini, his nose brushing against the sweaty jersey backs of the crowd in front. The stadium was a blend of buttery popcorn aroma and the scent of grass heated by the southern European sun.
Little Bellini curiously surveyed his surroundings. It was his first visit to the stadium, marking the beginning of his football experience.
Having been a member of Florence for many years, Old Bellini sat with his son in a forward position in the stands.
Almost next to Florence's substitute bench.
