|Mario Balotelli and his foster mother|
To the real topic of this post - Mario Balotelli. It is banal to say that a footballer has "caught the imagination of a generation". I can remember the late George Best, I even met him once (girls, I would soooo have gone there), and he did that. I have seen quite a bit of Mario (ooh er missus) in recent times, as sig other is a Manchester City supporter. Mario is eccentric, talented, a bon viveur and a man with a great heart. Oh, and he can score goals too. What is not to like?
Hope for the future: in the Italy of today it is a great step forward that the media (think about the ownership of most of it) headline a player of Mario's ethnicity (born in Palermo to Ghanaian immigrant parents) as "Italy's pride".
Fear for the future: as Mario rushes to embrace Silvia Balotelli, the woman who brought him up (top picture), he has already been condemned by far-right groups because he is black. But now we learn that his foster-mother is Jewish, giving those hate groups another reason to hate Mario. Mario allegedly told team-mates that the visit they all made to Auschwitz made him think of a box of letters kept by Silvia from her own family's history. And he sat down on the train tracks there and was quiet for a long while.
We can't have THAT, now, can we, haters?