Tamberi-Jacobs, the ten golden minutes of Italian athletics
2021-08-01T18:33:46.870Z
The ten minutes that changed the history of Italian athletics. Incredible, unimaginable, to make everyone's hands and legs tremble. Except them. At 21.42 in Tokyo, Gianmarco Tamberi screams with joy on the platform, he is Olympic champion in high jump. At 21.52 Marcell Jacobs runs stronger than everyone and arrives first at the finish line, the only Italian in history to take the queen race of the Olympic Games, after being the first to qualify for the final. Ten minutes that overturned the perception of what an Olympics is, too beautiful to live, too complicated to explain for those who so far had few points of reference - Livio Berruti and Pietro Mennea, both in their 200s though - and maybe he wasn't even born. Ten minutes between the before and after of Italian athletics, because nothing will be the same from today. The 'super sunday 'blue starts at 19.10. On the platform there is Gimbo who begins his run towards the roof of the world. At 19.31 several meters away - just over 100, 'those' 100 - Marcell is placed on the block of his semifinal. You go. Tamberi's first jumps are smooth, between him and the bar there is a margin that is a walk. For him to jump, for us to see him. Jacobs starts late, comes up to take a stratospheric time, 9 "84, a new European record, the first Italian in history to enter a final. There is already enough to fill the heart with emotion. Nobody imagines how it will go. to finish. Who knows Jacobs. On the platform there is Gimbo who jumps more evenly than ever, every measure on the first attempt. You climb higher and higher. The chalk with the words'Road to Tokyo 2020 'then' 2021 ', Gianmarco places it there, the fetish of a circle that is about to close for better or for worse. In the end, three remain on 2.37: Barshim and Tamberi in command, then the Belarusian Nedasekau. Further up, at 2.39 of the Italian record, those of the evening of Monte Carlo 2016, when the ankle injury takes Rio off the road of Gianmarco who was fighting on for 2.41. Three attempts, three mistakes. The judge approaches the two, asks 'You know the rules, right?'. It's a moment. The two friends Barshim and Tamberi, tied first, choose to stop and hug. And Gimbo leaves ... He screams, jumps, tries to tear off his undershirt, throws himself on the ground and cries. A few minutes of partying that seem endless but there is no time to do anything else. The lights go out before Jacobs turns on.In the darkness and silence of the Olympic stadium with bated breath you hear a scream: "Go Marcell!". Gianmarco, crazy as he is, gives the last adrenaline rush. There is the start. The detachment from the blocks, less than ten seconds of crazy acceleration and on the track there is the story. In Italy nobody like Jacobs, the world is his but the only one who seems to believe in it is him. He swells his muscles, beats his hand on his heart, for a moment alone on his knees and then takes pictures near the board with his name, asks for the Tricolore and wraps it around his shoulders. He is solid and lucid, the other enthusiastic and crazy. Marcell finds him waiting for him in a blue embrace to say 'But what have we done'.Go Marcell! "It is Gianmarco, crazy as he is, who gives the last adrenaline rush. There is the start. The detachment from the blocks, less than ten seconds of crazy acceleration and on the track there is the story. In Italy nobody like Jacobs, the world is his but the only one who seems to believe it is him. name, he asks for the Tricolore and wraps it around his shoulders. He is solid and lucid, the other enthusiastic and crazy. Marcell finds him waiting for him in a blue embrace to say 'But what have we done'.Go Marcell! "It is Gianmarco, crazy as he is, who gives the last adrenaline rush. There is the start. The detachment from the blocks, less than ten seconds of crazy acceleration and on the track there is the story. In Italy nobody like Jacobs, the world is his but the only one who seems to believe it is him. name, he asks for the Tricolore and wraps it around his shoulders. He is solid and lucid, the other enthusiastic and crazy. Marcell finds him waiting for him in a blue embrace to say 'But what have we done'.less than ten seconds of crazy acceleration and history is on the track. In Italy nobody like Jacobs, the world is his but the only one who seems to believe in it is him. He swells his muscles, beats his hand on his heart, for a moment alone on his knees and then takes pictures near the board with his name, asks for the Tricolore and wraps it around his shoulders. He is solid and lucid, the other enthusiastic and crazy. Marcell finds him waiting for him in a blue embrace to say 'But what have we done'.less than ten seconds of crazy acceleration and history is on the track. In Italy nobody like Jacobs, the world is his but the only one who seems to believe in it is him. He swells his muscles, beats his hand on his heart, for a moment alone on his knees and then takes pictures near the board with his name, asks for the Tricolore and wraps it around his shoulders. He is solid and lucid, the other enthusiastic and crazy. Marcell finds him waiting for him in a blue embrace to say 'But what have we done'.He is solid and lucid, the other enthusiastic and crazy. Marcell finds him waiting for him in a blue embrace to say 'But what have we done'.He is solid and lucid, the other enthusiastic and crazy. Marcell finds him waiting for him in a blue embrace to say 'But what have we done'.
The exultation of the two athletes after the victory (LaPresse)
Tokyo2020, Jacobs and Tamberi win gold.
The hug on the track, blue with the Tricolore
Jacobs and Tamberi d'oro, dream athletics for Italy
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01 August 2021The ten minutes that changed the history of Italian athletics. Incredible, unimaginable, to make everyone's hands and legs tremble. Except them. At 21.42 in Tokyo, Gianmarco Tamberi screams with joy on the platform, he is Olympic champion in high jump. At 21.52 Marcell Jacobs runs stronger than everyone and arrives first at the finish line, the only Italian in history to take the queen race of the Olympic Games, after being the first to qualify for the final. Ten minutes that overturned the perception of what an Olympics is, too beautiful to live, too complicated to explain for those who so far had few points of reference - Livio Berruti and Pietro Mennea, both in their 200s though - and maybe he wasn't even born. Ten minutes between the before and after of Italian athletics, because nothing will be the same from today.
The blue 'super sunday' starts at 19.10. On the platform there is Gimbo who begins his run towards the roof of the world. At 19.31 several meters away - just over 100, 'those' 100
- Marcell is placed on the block of his semifinal. You go. Tamberi's first jumps are smooth, between him and the bar there is a margin that is a walk. For him to jump, for us
to see him. Jacobs starts late, comes up to take a stratospheric time, 9 "84, a new European record, the first Italian in history to enter a final. There is already enough to fill the heart with emotion. Nobody imagines how it will go. to finish. Who knows Jacobs.
On the platform there is Gimbo who jumps more smoothly than ever, every measure on the first attempt. We climb higher and higher. The plaster with the words 'Road to Tokyo 2020' then '2021' appears on the scene,
Gianmarco places it there, the fetish of a circle that is about to close for better or for worse. In the end, three remain on 2.37: Barshim and Tamberi in command, then the Belarusian Nedasekau. Further up, at 2.39 of the Italian record, those of the evening of Monte Carlo 2016, when the ankle injury takes Rio off the road of Gianmarco who was fighting on for 2.41.
Three attempts, three mistakes. The judge approaches the two, asks 'You know the rules, right?'. It's a moment. The two friends Barshim and Tamberi, tied first, choose to stop and hug. And Gimbo leaves ... He screams, jumps, tries to tear off his undershirt, throws himself to the ground and cries. A few minutes of partying that seem endless but there is no time to do anything else. The lights go out before Jacobs turns on. In the darkness and silence of the Olympic stadium with bated breath you hear a scream: "Go Marcell!". Gianmarco, crazy as he is, gives the last adrenaline rush. There is the start. The detachment from the blocks, less than ten seconds of crazy acceleration and on the track there is the story. In Italy nobody like Jacobs, the world is his but the only one who seems to believe in it is him.He swells his muscles, beats his hand on his heart, for a moment alone on his knees and then takes pictures near the board with his name, asks for the Tricolore and wraps it around his shoulders. He is solid and lucid, the other enthusiastic and crazy. Marcell finds him waiting for him in a blue embrace to say 'But what have we done'.
