???? Subscribe ???? / @cronachedispogliatoio ????Twitch ???? / cronache_di_spogliatoio ◻ Instagram ◻ / cronache_di_spogliatoio ◼ Facebook ◼ / cronachedispogliatoio ???? Twitter / cronachetweet ®Website https://www.cronachedispogliatoio.it/ ????Download our APP https://www.cronachedispogliatoio.it/... #cronachedispogliatoio #berlusconi TO HELL! Formally, Silvio Berlusconi was president of Milan from 10 February 1986 to 13 April 2017. 31 years and 29 trophies, including 8 league titles, 5 Champions Leagues, 2 Intercontinental Cups and a Club World Cup. But going deeper, his era shines and goes down in history above all for what he did personally until the spring of 1994, until his political commitment forced him to delegate the sporting part of his empire, increasingly, to Adriano Galliani. Until then, there was not a blade of grass at Milanello that moved without the consent of Berlusconi: a man who, whatever you think, radically changed the market, communication, tactics, the format of competitions, even the rules of the game of football. Sometimes he exaggerated, other times he spent too much and was not a good example, other times he was a bad teacher of real adventurers who, not being as rich and powerful as him, ruined themselves with football, and ruined other companies. But one thing is certain: on today's football Berlusconi has left a deep and indelible mark as that of Buzz Aldrin on the lunar soil. And in the end it is just like that: whether we like it or not, whether we liked it or not, Silvio Berlusconi was our "man on the moon". It all happened in the space of a few weeks: the Milan Football Association is on the brink of the abyss. In December, president Giussy Farina announced his resignation and the reason was discovered two weeks later: vice-president Gianni Nardi, a Milanese entrepreneur to whom Farina owes seven billion lire, presented a request for the seizure of Farina's shares which constitute 51% of Milan. The crisis opens and the lid is blown off: the players have not received their salaries for months, the unpaid Irpef exceeds three billion lire, some clubs are demanding payment, for example Portsmouth has not yet received the third instalment of Hateley. Farina flees to Namibia, on the banks of the Okavango River, where extradition for tax crimes does not exist; the management of Milan passes to Nardi. The oil magnate Dino Armani seems to be one step away from taking over the company and has already announced his method for restoring the accounts: let's sell Baresi to Sampdoria and Maldini to Juventus. On Saturday 8 February the Cavaliere convenes his war cabinet at Villa Suvretta, a sumptuous grey stone building in Sankt Moritz, which was rented to him by the Shah of Persia for 436 million a year. To avoid getting bogged down in bureaucracy and appeals, one has to force the hand, perhaps even threaten to take a step back. On February 9, during Milan-Sampdoria, the people of San Siro rise up with very explicit banners: “Silvio, cancel this company of thieves”. Nardi also “roots” for Berlusconi: he stalls with Armani and on the evening of February 10 closes the deal with the Cavaliere. They all go to celebrate at Risacca, a restaurant on Via Marcona a stone’s throw from Piazza Cinque Giornate, until half past two in the morning. At that time the first newsstands are already open: the cheerful gang drags itself to Porta Venezia, in search of the historic front page of the Gazzetta. Archive photo of the Cavaliere with a glass in his hand, and next to it the headline: “Berlusconi announces: yes, I took over Milan”.